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This is a new story, property of me, Babs B. Please do not post it anywhere,
even a free site, without first contacting me. I'm easy to reach.
Babs42ne@hotmail.com
A New Way...
By Barbara B.
I stride out of the train station and look around but do not see you.
Gee, the autumn breezes are strong this year, or perhaps it just feels that
way because of the way I'm dressed. I've followed your instructions: Skirt,
no panties, no nylons, button-down-the-front blouse, front-closing bra. I
added a light jacket because I was concerned about the weather, and now I'm
glad I did. Waiting here, I feel awkward with the cool wind blowing up my
skirt and giving me a chill. I'm shivering and I wonder if the people
rushing around me can know that I'm naked beneath this skirt -- no, of
course, they cannot. It's my imagination. Still, I wish you would come.
"Honk, honk," there you are driving up to the curb. I guess I wasn't
waiting all that long -- it only seemed that way.
I jump into the front passenger's seat through the door you've opened.
You give me a quick peck kiss and pull away from the curb. "Sorry I'm late,
Sweetie," you say. "Have you been waiting long?" But before I can answer
you tell me about your troubles getting here. I listen to your story with
only with half an ear, glad to be in the warmth of your car and glad to hear
the rhythm of your voice lulling me into a comfort zone that I always feel
when I'm with you. I smile a smile that says that I'm listening and I care
-- both of which are true to an extent -- but we both know this is just how
we pass those first, awkward together-again moments -- with chatter.
Traveling along the highway, a light changes to yellow but instead of
racing through, you stop, turn to me, flash me that smile that makes me
melt, put your arm around me and give me a much longer, more-powerful kiss.
Your energy is soooo right for me. Your kiss makes my pussy twinge. Our
lips separate reluctantly as the car behind us honks because the light is
now green. You drive casually on.
"I've missed you," you comment sincerely. "I've been waiting all week
for these moments together. I'm glad you're here." Your words are like
music to my ears and continue to set the mood for me. As my body is warmed
by the car's heater, I find my whole self is warming to you by your words.
You glance at me and move your hand over to my knee. Your touch sends
little flashes of current up my leg. While watching the road, you slowly
hike up my skirt and run your hand carefully, deliberately over my left knee
and lower leg savoring each sensation for both of us. You begin to make
that wonderful sound you make when you're getting excited -- like a moan and
a hum together. And an uncontrollable smile spreads across your face as
your hand continues stroking my lower leg -- your touch arousing both of us.
We stop at another light and your right had is quickly around me again,
pulling me to you for a passionate kiss. I feel your left hand under my
blouse, on my tummy, moving slowly upward. You pause over my breast and
give it a little squeeze and then proceed up over my chest to my neck. One
firm hand is holding me to you and the other is caressing my neck while your
lips and tongue explore mine. Your hand moves back down my chest, over the
top of my bra and cradles my breast. I hear that familiar moan again. As I
feel my pussy getting wet I press my knees together.
"Honk," the car behind us breaks the spell and you return your hands to
the wheel to continue on. My head is resting against the headrest, my lips
are slightly apart, I'm breathing deeply and my body is both tense and
relaxed at the same time. As I begin to regain my composure you reach over
to my knees again. As you run your hand over my lower legs and knees, you
flash me a mischievous grin and say, "Sure wish I had both hands on those
legs, baby." Your words make me laugh as I imagine us flying down the
highway, careening off cars, oblivious to others, lost in an embrace of
lust.
"Where are we going?" I ask. You smile and reply, "You'll see." I
love mysteries and I love the way you make every time we're together
something memorable. Would we tire of one another if we were together more
often and fell into some kind of boring routine, I wonder. I doubt it would
happen, but before I can contemplate this any longer, you turn off onto a
side road traveling toward the hills. You watch the road carefully but keep
your hand on my legs, moving it slowly, carefully sliding your fingers up my
thighs. I close my eyes and open my legs slightly for you. The road is
nearly deserted and you pull over. Once again you quickly put your right
arm around me and pull me to you for one of those wonderful kisses only you
can do. Your left hand is under my skirt -- up to my pussy -- spreading my
legs farther apart -- gently sliding your finger down my slit. You can feel
my pussy juices seeping out and I can feel you smile while you're kissing
me. Suddenly you say, "We're not at the halfway mark yet," as you turn your
attention once again to driving the car. I'm left a bit startled,
disoriented, breathing deeply, my eyes not quite focused. But I again
regain my composure as you turn onto a winding road that begins to climb. I
look toward the West and the view is breathtaking -- the sun is going down
and the sky is very clear.
We travel along the road for a while. Part of me wants to talk to you
-- making some kind of idle voice sounds -- but another part wants to be
still and just feel your presence and enjoy the scenery. Finally you pull
off onto a clearing -- an overlook -- which affords a panoramic view of the
Bay -- and turn off the engine. We're the only car there observing the sun
as it sinks over the horizon throwing shards of color all over the sky.
It's like the sun is dying and wants to send its last bit of energy to the
heavens. We both just watch -- in awed silence. The moments are slow -
like frozen time. I close my eyes and when I open them you're looking at me
with a smirk on your face which makes me smile in response. "Like it?" you
ask. "I ordered it up just for you." Your words make me laugh -- the kind
of laugh that starts down in my tummy and moves up to make my shoulders
shake. Gosh I love being with you, I think.
"Wanna make out?" you ask with a wink. Are we teenagers, I think to myself,
smiling. Or is it just that you make my heart feel young. "Well, I don't
know," I reply, getting lost in our little fantasy/role play. "What would
our parents say?" This makes you laugh a big belly laugh and you pull me to
you. We kiss again, a light, tender, caring kiss. You pull out your cell
phone and, playing along, say, "We can call my Mom and ask her." You start
to dial and I reach for the phone to grab it out of your hand. "No, you
can't do that," I plead. We wrestle a bit -- our hands using the excuse of
grappling for the phone to explore one another. My hand slides under your
shirt and I relish the feel of your flesh. While still playing I reach
around to your back feeling the strength of your muscles. I think how much
I love the feel of your body. With my hand I massage your cock inside your
pants. It's hard and long. Not to be outdone, your hands are also roaming
-- under my blouse, undoing my bra, hiking up my skirt, grabbing my ass. We
are both enjoying the play and becoming excited at the same time.
You hold the phone over your head and as I reach for it you use your
arms to pull me to you for a very, very powerful kiss. It's a kiss that
feels like fire. My whole body quivers. I break away to get my breath and
you're unbuttoning my blouse, your mouth seeking out my breast. I arch my
back, put my head back and close my eyes as your ardent mouth finds its
mark. You suck my tit, and with one hand you knead the other. Your free
hand is ever-so-lightly stroking my back. You pause murmuring, "I love your
breasts," and then you return to work your magic making my pussy drip. Your
mouth moves to the other tit and your hand slips between my legs. I begin
to breathe very heavily as I get more and more excited. You stop sucking
and begin licking my breast, moving up my chest to my neck, across my neck
to my chin, over my chin to my mouth. My mouth grabs yours in an eagerness
that surprises both of us. After a moment, you push me away slightly and
kiss me gently. "This is only the beginning," you whisper in my ear making
me wonder in amazement what else is in store. You ease me back into my seat
and take a moment to get yourself together. I am sure that I must look a
bit frazzled because that as how I feel as you start the engine and begin to
drive back down the hill.
I want to ask where we're going but I'm sure you'll not give me a
straight answer and I really don't want to know anyway. I want to enjoy the
trip -- each stop along the way heightening my arousal -- each stop making
me want you more. As we head down the hill it is beginning to get dark so
you turn on the headlights. I fasten my bra and button my blouse. I think
to myself that I'm glad I at least wore a slip and a dark skirt because I'm
sure otherwise I would have a big, obvious wet spot on the back of my skirt
which would embarrass me. You turn up the radio as the song "The Power of
Love" comes on. You know I love the beat of that tune so you turn it up
even louder. Now we're singing along. At least I think we're singing
along. I can see your lips moving and I'm screaming at the top of my lungs,
but we cannot hear one another because the music is so loud. When the song
is over, you turn the radio down and we both laugh at ourselves -- like wild
youngsters.
I take the next few moments to primp a little trying to pouf up my hair
and check to see that my face doesn't look too bad. Passion can be so
messy, I think, to one's "proper" grooming. I'm glad you don't want me to
wear a lot of makeup because otherwise I would probably look like a
bedazzled raccoon after we've been together.
You drive into the parking lot of a fancy hotel. "This is it?" I ask.
You don't say anything. You get out and come around to open my door,
bowing. How gallant, I think, as I extend my hand for you to help me out.
As you close the car door, you run your hand down my back and over my butt.
How do you do those moves which surprise and please me, I think. Must be
years of practice. You put your arm around me and I put my arm around you
and we stroll into the hotel.
We walk briskly across the lobby to the elevators. Oh, you must have been
here earlier, I think. We don't have to check in. As soon as the elevator
doors close you pull me to you and kiss me while your hands slip under my
blouse and stroke my back. "Ding," the elevator pauses. We jump apart and
the doors open. I dare not look at the couple getting on for fear I would
give away what's been going on and what's in my heart and mind. I'll bet
there's a flush on my face and chest. Instead, I lean against the rail and
stare at the floor. The guy looks at me a little sideways glance, then
looks at his girl friend and smiles. You're staring at the ceiling and
we're relieved when the elevator again sounds its ding and the doors open.
You and I stroll out casually (or as casually as two lovers can appear) and
as soon as the doors close you take me into your arms once more. This time
your kiss is even more powerful -- yet tender. We break apart as a door
opens down the hallway and a chattering family comes out. You grab my hand
and lead me down the hall, smiling, as we pass the happy, vacationing
family.
You open the door to our room and we slip inside. Right away you go
into the bathroom muttering something about having to wash your hands. I
think that's a bit odd, but as I move into the room I realize you've done
that so I can appreciate what you've planned. The scent of roses hits me
first and I see a beautiful bouquet of yellow, red and white roses and their
aroma fills my lungs with happiness. There on the table too is a bowl of
red grapes -- my favorite -- and a little plate with cheese and crackers.
In the ice bucket is a chilled bottle of sparkling cider for the two tiny
glasses next to the bucket. The bed is turned down and the pillows are all
fluffy. I am smiling inside and out at your considerateness and attention
to detail. I turn around to get you but you're standing right behind me and
I bump into you. We both laugh. "What do you thi..""It's perfec.." we say
to one another at the same time and laugh again. And we fall into one
another's arms for a happy hug.
How fun it is to be seduced, I think. But, then, is it really
seduction when both parties want it? Can seduction be mutual? I glance at
myself in the mirror and I notice that I've buttoned up my blouse
incorrectly -- not matching the button with the right button hole -- because
I couldn't see what I was doing in the car. "Oh, no, look at my blouse," I
say. "I know," you reply. " YOU KNOW!?" I exclaim. "Yeah," you say with a
great big grin on your face. "I thought it was kinda cute." "CUTE!" I
shout in mock alarm and reach out to hit you. You laugh and grab my hand
and we fall onto the bed together.
Everything up until now has been a preparation for us to really
pleasure one another. All the words and the touching and the laughter and
the fun -- all getting me (and hopefully you too) into a mood to bring us to
intense personal intimacy. This will be an evening to remember, I say to
myself.
We reach out for one another, our arms embracing one another, holding
one another tightly. You push me back slightly and begin unbuttoning my
blouse with one hand. You're too slow, I think, and I start helping you.
You chuckle and pull your shirt over your head. You unfasten my bra and
moan that wonderful sound again -- a little louder this time. You pull me
to you and I feel your magnificent chest against mine. You stroke my back
lightly which almost always makes my nipples hard and you move your chest
from side to side, rubbing my breasts. It feels great for both of us. Your
hands move to my breasts and feel soooo good. Ah, titillation. You kiss me
on my mouth, then on my neck, all around my neck, slowing moving your mouth
to my anxious teat. When you reach my breast I almost cry out it As you
suckle my breast you pull my skirt off and I'm naked in your arms.
We pause for a tender, long hug. As you get up to remove your pants, I
scoot myself up and wiggle under the covers watching you. I love to look at
your body. It's so perfect. Yes, the hair is gray, the face is lined and
there's a hint of a paunch, but that only makes you more appealing to me --
as you carry your life's experiences on your frame like an commercial. My
eyes behold a mighty god with powers to bring me to his plane. You throw
your pants over a chair and your cock pops out of your briefs.
Then you look at me and I feel a little scared. I know you've never
hurt me, but you look so tall and forceful and sex can be so violent. I
look at your hard cock. You stroke it for me -- enjoying me watching -- and
you raise it up higher revealing your glorious balls. They make my heart
leap -- hanging down, looking heavy, ready for me. I gasp a little. I try
to put aside the thoughts of your potential to harm me, but in some ways I
like those thoughts. They turn me on -- possibly because deep inside me I
know you're safe but I also know you could hurt me if you wanted to, and I
know that you control your power to bring us both pleasure. I watch as you
kneel on the bed and crawl toward me. You look and move like a lean, potent
cat. Then you pounce on me and we both laugh a little and hug as you
snuggle under the covers next to me.
We don't need words now -- our bodies can speak volumes to one another.
You push the covers back so you can see me. I feel awkward. There's a bit
too much flesh, I think, as I no longer have the body of a young woman.
Still firm and sensuous, but my once perky bosom, which nursed two healthy
children, is now less full. But you seem to see the woman that I am and the
woman that you want me to be at the same time.
You move now so that my legs are straight and you're straddling me,
your legs outside mine and your hands on the bed at my side next to my
breasts. You look at me and I look up at you but I can't help glancing down
and seeing your hard dick hanging forcefully between your legs. The sight
makes me take a quick, deep breath. You lower your upper body to kiss me.
Gosh that feels good, and I reach my arms up around your back. You continue
kissing and licking me -- my face, my neck, my upper chest. I'm aware that
you are only touching me slightly -- your knees barely there next to my
thighs, your hands hardly grazing my sides. All the while your mouth is
moving over me - almost, but not quite, imperceptibly. My senses are
magnified and I can smell you so clearly and that makes me even more
excited. You pause to kiss and suck each breast and then you begin to kiss
and lick my tummy, around my belly button, over my belly. I am almost
panting in anticipation of your next moves.
You lean over and kiss my mons while very, very, very slooowwly
spreading my legs. Most times I would have been more active -- quickly
opening my legs for you -- but your controlled, precise movements have me
under your spell. I am yours in every sense of the words -- mesmerized and
yielding. You look at my pussy -- all wet and waiting for you -- but you
don't start there. Instead you move down to my feet. You put both hands on
my left foot massaging it and then kissing it and then lightly sucking each
of my toes. I close my eyes and relish in your touch. Then you move to my
right foot and do the same. Now you are rubbing the outside of each of my
calves while you kiss the inside. I begin to groan as you move carefully
upward. When you reach my soft, white inner thighs you begin with little
bites -- not painful -- lover's bites to stimulate me. My legs begin to
shake a little, uncontrollably. Your hand moves to my pussy and opens me
and when your tongue finds my clit I have a powerful orgasm that has been
building for hours. I cry out as my whole pelvis seems to contract and my
pussy leaks out my cum. I should be embarrassed by my wetness, but I'm not
because you seem to love it -- burying your face in my pussy and sticking
your tongue into me -- making me cum yet again. Part of me loves and hates
at the same time the way you bring me to this place. Part of me wants you
to stop and another part feels like I would die if you stopped. I feel like
I have no control over myself -- like you own me and play me like a finely
tuned violin. And you do it soooo well. I continue under your spell as you
use your hands and your mouth to bring me again to climax. You temper your
speed, reducing your maneuvers, and let me come down off my zenith onto a
more reasonable plateau. You carefully move up beside me flop your head
onto the pillow. I can almost breathe normally but my body still feels like
it's quaking. "Time for a break," you say. I'm ready for one too.
You reach over and bring the bowl of grapes. You break off a few and
put them in my mouth while adding some to your mouth. We both laugh at the
image in our heads of some Roman orgy. I break off a few and feed them to
you. "These are good," you chuckle. "Next time I'm going to put some of
these into your pussy and suck them out one at a time." My pussy twitches
at your suggestion and I laugh enjoying your playfulness. I want you to
hold me. I place the grapes on the night stand and pull the covers up over
us. You get it and take me into your arms -- we're on our sides, my back is
to your chest, your arms are around me. I feel so content, satisfied and
happy as you kiss my neck and upper back. You carefully play with my
breasts while we cuddle together. Your fondling begins to arouse me again.
"My turn," I say assertively as I roll over to face you. "Oh, all
right," you reply with a grin. You roll onto your back and I move over you.
I spread your legs and kneel between them. This is a new position for us
because usually I straddle you. I rub my hands over your knees and lower
legs as I spread your legs wider apart -- all the time watching you and your
reaction. You seem to be enjoying yourself -- letting me have my way with
you. I lean over and slowly kiss and pass my hands tenderly over each of
your knees, one at a time. I do this for another reason besides arousal. I
care about you and I know that at least one of your knees is sore from old
basketball injuries and I also know that touch and caring are powerful
healers -- perhaps the most powerful. I try to concentrate on my loving
energy, flowing from my heart to my arms and mouth to your knees. I don't
know if I help you or not but if heartfelt concern can aid the healing
process, then I have.
Now I spread your legs a little wider and begin rubbing your thighs.
Gosh, you have beautiful legs. I watch your penis become more erect -- it's
an exciting sight for me. I add some massage oil to your legs and rub it in
-- first lightly and then more firmly. I move my hands up to the crease
between your hips and your legs, massaging the joints. As I move my hands
along the sides of your hips up to your waist I brush my lips lightly over
your hard cock. You stir and move your hips up to me. I know that is where
you want my mouth -- but not yet, Luv. I'm savoring enjoying your body. I
add more oil to my hands and move them firmly over your waist, up your sides
and slip them under your shoulders. Now I am over you, my soft pubic hair
brushing your cock, my breasts barely touching your chest, my mouth poised
over your lips. You're more than ready for me kiss you which I do with some
constraint because I know how easy it is for me to get lost in your kisses
-- how easy it is for me to lose myself and want you fucking me more than
anything else in the world at that moment. I control myself and work on
bringing you to another level. I move my mouth down your firm jaw line,
around and over your neck. I kiss your chest, over and over, trying to
cover every inch. You're beginning to breathe more heavily as I move down
over your tummy, over your belly.
I put lubricant on my hands and begin to move them over your cock. Up
and down I rub, over the head, down the shaft, squeezing tightly. You make
a sound that tells me I am where you want me to be. I use my tongue to
lightly flick back and forth beneath the head of your penis. This makes
your hips move. I know you want me to suck you, but not yet.
I reach for a small vibrator, add lubricant to it and turn it on. I
spread your legs open a little wider, raising them up slightly, and gently
begin to insert the toy into your anus. We have talked about this before
and you have told me you are open to such an activity. "Relax, babe," I
instruct you quietly. You obey and slowly the vibrator slides into you. I
hear you gasp a little and feel your dick get even harder in my hand. I
move the vibrator in little circles, relaxing your sphincter muscle and
making you breathe even more deeply. Precum is dribbling out of your
throbbing pole. I lick it up and begin to suck you. You are sweating now,
your breath coming in quick gasps. I move the vibrator in rhythm with my
sucking and I feel your body begin to shake. I don't want you to climax yet
so I slow the pace -- and then I stop sucking and slowly remove the
vibrator. I can tell you want more and I hope you trust me that we're not
done yet.
I take a little larger vibrator, add lubricant to it and turn it on.
As I gently suck your cock I slowly insert the vibrator into your ass. You
cry out a little -- not in pain but in the luscious agony of arousal. I
stop sucking and just move the toy -- in and out -- in and out -- massaging
your insides. I think about how good this is for your prostate. I think
about how most gay men have fewer prostate problems because of regular
stimulation and activity. I know you would tell me if I was hurting you,
and I'm careful not to push the vibrator in too far -- only enough to boost
your excitement and to awaken for you a new way of being turned on. Your
legs begin to shake a little. You are a very visual person and most of the
time you like to watch, but I notice your eyes are closed as you sink into a
new level of passion for yourself. I begin to move the vibrator more
rapidly and to suck you harder. You seem almost oblivious to me -- lost in
your own intense pleasure.
I begin sucking more lightly and moving the vibrator more slowly. You
open your eyes. I gaze at you and smile as I stretch my leg over you,
straddling you, facing away from you. This is not an easy position for me
now because your legs are wide apart forcing me to extend my legs. That
makes me open myself even wider which I find particularly thrilling. Your
hard cock slides easily into my damp pussy. I pause there and begin moving
the vibrator again. I can't see your face but I can hear your voice.
"You're sooo hot and wet," you moan. I begin playing with my clit --
exciting myself as I feel your body grow tenser. Usually you are very
active when you are about to climax -- moving your hips vigorously. You try
to follow your natural instincts but the vibrator in your ass gives you such
added sensation that you seem unsure how to move. Then I sense you
beginning to regain your control as I feel your hands take hold of my waist.
You move your legs a little closer together and move me now in sync with
your thrusting until you explode -- verbally and within me -- your hands and
legs shaking as you cum, the vibrator's hum drowned out by your wail.
I hear you plop your head back on the pillow as you gasp, catching your
breath. I gradually remove the vibrator and you let out a deep sigh. I
feel your dick beginning to shrink, pulling some of our jizm out as he goes
and I slooowly lie down over your legs.
How long we lay like that I do not know. Was it seconds? Minutes? An
hour? It seemed that time was standing quietly by and letting us bask in the
glow of perfect sexual satisfaction. Not wanting to interrupt our bliss, the
gods gave us a little extra time so they too could live this scene on the
stage they had created for us.
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