Helen Rekindled

May Each of Us Journey Here

Copyright 2013 LindaY James

Erotica - Adult Content

All Rights Reserved

Smashwords Edition

Yes, she did want sex.

That wasn’t the problem.

She was very honest with herself. She could readily admit that good sex was very good. The problem was finding good sex.

The problem was finding someone who melded with her on more than just a physical level, someone who stimulated all of her, but in doing so, made the sex that much more. It wasn’t about finding someone for one night. It was about finding someone who you enjoyed tonight with and then couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.

Helen was forty two years old and three years out of a ten year marriage. Her career had been on the fast track, successful, intelligent, and she had attitude. But somewhere it had derailed. Her career and her marriage. She had found that both, when examined even a little closely, did not match with who she was or what she wanted. She loved the creativity of her job in marketing, but felt stifled by the bureaucracy and the constant politics. She wanted to find an outlet where her creativity was the end goal, not a check mark on a formulaic to-do list. Her marriage felt the same. The initial bliss and playfulness had disappeared.

She and her spouse had become mired in their careers and somewhere along the way had lost the edginess that had characterized their early romance. They had traveled; they had made love on the beach. They had once even almost gotten caught at a sporting event. She would never have thought she could be that person. But it had been fun, exciting, stimulating. But eventually even having normal bedroom sex had become a sporadic event, something that was checked off the list every week or two, and sometimes not for a month.

She loved the touch, the connection, seeing her husband, correction, her ex, in the moment of climax. It thrilled and turned her on almost as much as it did him. He had had his moments. Maybe overall it wasn’t outstanding. But it was something and with the occasional adventures it had been enough. But then it had settled down way too fast, and adventure had been erased from their dictionary.

Finally after a few halfhearted attempts they had called it quits. The divorce had been finalized two years ago. She had dated very little with only a single dalliance with intimacy. She had met one man, but it had been too early. She was still fit, and attractive. But as much as she thought about sex, she hadn’t been ready. She had needed a bit of time. She became best buddies with a favorite toy, but she wanted the touch of another human being. Two years ago, a year ago, had been too soon. But her physical needs were now drawing her to seek out a connection. To find pleasure again with someone she trusted. To feel her heart hammer as her body felt waves of joy again. It had been too long.

She didn’t know exactly what she wanted. She thought maybe someone close to her age. But the thought of a caring younger man had its appeal. She had never turned heads, but with maturity had come style and elegance. She looked great in a sleek black evening gown, and not terrible out of it. She thought her hips were too big, but her one lover since her divorce, had said she had beautiful curves. Still she wanted to work on that.

Evan had been her only lover since the divorce. He had been older and very caring, but not able to bring to their relationship what she had found so lacking in her marriage. Intimacy. Arousal. A hunger for her partner in a physical and emotional way.

She wanted to feel what she had felt once in her twenties when she had known someone for just six months but it was the most passionate, fiery, consuming lust and love that she had ever known. He had been on a temporary assignment from the UK. He was a bit older (early thirties), and on the surface very reserved. But he had made an overture one evening late, and it had been fireworks after that for the remaining six months.

He had returned home. She had thought about moving to the UK. But she had delayed communicating that, and by the time she did suggest something along those lines, he was dating someone new. She had heard that he had gotten married. She wished him well. She did not regret the moment, but she did regret not realizing how exquisite the moment was.

She didn’t really know what she wanted. Did she want the next great love of her life? Did she want her forever soul mate? She didn’t know if that existed, but she also thought she needed some time to just not worry about those deeper relationship issues. Maybe a fling. But not just a fling. A fling with more than just a physical connection. Someone who wowed her mind, body and spirit. He didn’t have to be marriage material, but it would be great to find someone who took her breath away and made her unsteady walking.

Ok, now she was just being ridiculous. That was the stuff of romance novels, not real life. But. That was what Mr. UK had been. He had inspired intellectual attraction and blinding lust, so strong that she would call him when her mind and sex couldn’t stand to be without fulfillment. She had never been that forward until she met him. When she dripped desire just thinking of him, and needed to hear his voice, feel his touch. When just picturing his hand on her arm immediately made her shiver. God, she was wet right now just thinking about it.

Was something like that incredibly rare, or could she capture it again? Something like that didn’t just pop up on a dating site or in a bar. How did you connect like that, how did you find someone where the chemistry was transcendental, viral? That wasn’t a characteristic you could Google, or find on Match. Ok, maybe she was just hoping for the impossible. Chill girl. Let life take you where it may, and as with other things, she would affect what she could, not worry about what she couldn’t, and act at the right moment. Wasn’t that what they said about success – it wasn’t just luck, but rather being prepared and pulling the trigger when opportunity presented itself? Well until someone told her different, that was how she was going to play it.

She had finally rebooted her career. Shortly after her separation she had quit her job and stepped out on her own. Rented an office in a high rise and started a business. It had taken a great deal of effort, but with her marriage failing she had brought a focus and intensity to the little startup that had paid off with some fairly quick results over the past two and a half years. Her business was now considered one of the up and coming boutiques in marketing analysis and strategy. She now had three other employees; an office secretary/administrator, a technical wizard, and a young marketing hire who also was pretty good with sales and growing the business.

Her reputation had seeded the enterprise, but now it was growing by word of mouth on her latest successes. She wasn’t going to take her foot off the pedal, but she felt like she could now start to re-engage in other aspects of her life and find some balance. She finally felt as if she had re- discovered who she was, and she liked what she had found.

Tom had an office in the same building. He had noticed her right away; she had rented the office down the hall. When he had first met her in the lobby, he had introduced himself. Her name was Helen. He liked that. The name and the woman fit – sophisticated, intelligent, self-assured. Every Helen he had ever met embodied those traits. She was a bit older, but still with some great curves. And the demure smile was ever so becoming.

For most of his early life Tom had been an introvert. He was only slowly breaking the mold. He really enjoyed someone who was confident and sure of themselves. When Helen had first rented the office, he had been dating Suzanne. Suzanne had been nothing like what he saw in Helen. Suzanne was young, showy, way too into the latest fashion, and had buried insecurities. She had an air of self-confidence and arrogance that completely disappeared in moments of chaos. From what little he knew of Helen from brief hallway conversations she seemed like she could weather anything with aplomb and probably had.

Tom ran a small single person tax and financial guidance service. He actually managed investments for a small number of clients, but in general provided advice and set up trusts and investment plans. He had worked for a large firm, but realized that he would never truly be successful unless he broke off on his own. His business was still small, but he enjoyed the control he had over both his work and his life. He was very happy with the choices and outcomes to this point. And he felt like things would just get better. At least on the professional side.

His personal life was a different matter. Suzanne had been fun for a while. She was quite intense in bed and had really opened him up in that area. He had always liked the bedroom, but he just wasn’t that experienced. Suzanne was very experienced. They had done things that he thought only happened in Penthouse letters. Her openness about sex was a bit overwhelming. He had no problem keeping up, but he never quite knew what would happen next. Often it was good, but sometimes it was bad, and when it was bad it could get very ugly. Suzanne could be very demonstrative and not always fair. Some of her blowups had been phenomenal; scary, intimidating, and awe inspiring to the casual observer.

But Tom wasn’t the casual observer. He bore the brunt of them. Of course she would calm down, make apologies, and even offer quite enjoyable compensation for the earlier pain she had bestowed. Eventually though, the constant unevenness had worn thin. She actually had initiated the break up. Initially Tom had been crestfallen. He didn’t know how to deal with her abandonment. But after the hurt in the pit of his stomach had started to dissipate, he had realized it was a good thing.

Of course then she come roaring back and exclaimed what a fool she had been, and lobbied to give it another try. By this time, Tom was able to be objective. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but he also thought some time apart would be a good thing. She had gotten mad, but eventually settled down and accepted his suggestion. She had made one last foray, asking if they could sleep together as a final moment before spending time apart. He had been very tempted. The sex was always good. But he knew this would just lead to complications and a possible change in direction on the decision about the relationship. He had declined. Months later, with no new partner and still celibate his little head questioned his decision, but his big head knew he had chosen correctly.

Helen and Tom had exchanged pleasantries, and liked what little they knew about each other. But nothing much more had happened. Tom, though he thought Helen was attractive, couldn’t even conceive of her having an interest in someone like him, someone his age. And Helen though she found Tom attractive, hadn’t really thought much more about it. Work, getting the divorce settled, other suitors, all had just excluded her thinking anything more about the man who worked down the hall.

Helen had been very conciliatory one evening a little over a year ago, and Tom had appreciated it, but had never mentioned the discussion afterwards. He and Suzanne had had one of their historic arguments. And when this happened it was usually Suzanne who did most of the talking. She had come to his office to complain about him not being able to take more time off over a President’s day weekend. She wanted to travel and take a week away.

February was a tough time for Tom. Work was at one of its peaks. He had been fine with a three day weekend, but did not feel comfortable setting aside more time. He had said they could do something in May or June. But Suzanne had not been mollified. Her ire had escalated and she had gotten very loud. Tom was sure the whole building could hear it. He was quite embarrassed. This shouldn’t happen in a work environment.

At the end of the day Helen had seen him in the hallway while they were both headed home after a long day. He had looked glum and mentally beaten up. She had offered some humorous quip. He had smiled a bit. She said it sounded like he had had a tough afternoon. Tom blushed. Yes, he confided. And he then proceeded to apologize profusely for disturbing the workplace. Helen had lightly laughed, brushing aside his concerns. But she joked it sure sounded like he might have a few bruises. Yes, he was going to have to find some mental ben gay, and apply copious amounts. He smiled.

Helen commiserated that even at her age she still wasn’t very experienced with dating and navigating its convoluted norms and expectations. Tom looked at her. ‘What do you mean at your age? You are a very attractive woman who must be able to date whoever you want.’ Helen smiled a somewhat self-deprecating smile, and said no it was never that easy. They left it there. They exited the elevator and said good night. Helen suggested he down a beer or something stronger. He smiled again and nodded.

And that had been it, until today.

Today had been Helen’s turn. Though perhaps not as loud, Tom had happened to be walking to his office and the hallway echoed a heated dialogue going on in Helen’s office. Again it was more the other person’s voice that carried rather than Helen’s. Helen’s voice and demeanor were calm and professional. Tom smiled. He would have expected nothing less. Quite a woman. Some man was berating her and taking her to task (and probably quite unfairly if he knew Helen at all), and yet Helen weathered it and handled it with deft replies and explanations. He had only caught about thirty seconds. Then he had returned to his own world. But chance led to them again seeing each other as they headed out at the end of the day. And today it was Tom who offered commiseration. ‘Tough day?’

‘Yes’. She smiled. She remembered her own comments of about a year ago, and liked that Tom was offering his own shoulder to her. ‘I think I need to take my past advice and grab a glass of wine or maybe two’. Tom hesitated but then noted that there is a great little place two blocks over, could he buy her a glass?

Normally she probably wouldn’t have accepted, wanting to just chill and depressurize on her own. And normally she might have questioned a man’s motivations. Some might just see this as an opportunity to get a woman unbalanced by a day’s upheavals relaxed and possibly off to someone’s bedroom. Well, gee that wouldn’t be terrible would it? But she didn’t think Tom was that type of guy. He seemed self-assured in general, but very shy and on unsure footing with women. And besides, she needed wine and wanted someone to talk to. She accepted.

They each ordered a white. Helen normally preferred red, but it was hot out and she needed something cooling. A crisp Pinot Grigio with a little bite was perfect. Tom repeated his earlier entrée that he hadn’t been eavesdropping but in general it sounded like a bit of conflict today. Helen hesitated but only a moment.

The day had been an overload on both the business and personal front. She had a past client come by to see if they could return to consulting for them. She had said yes, of course, but her schedule was currently booked. They had been miffed. Weren’t they important, didn’t they have a past relationship that warranted Helen turning on a dime. Actually no they should not expect that. They had rather unceremoniously dropped their relationship after dickering over price.

Helen and her firm didn’t do that, they didn’t dicker. They offered high quality advice and direction, and they set high, but fair pricing. And besides the former customer was now asking for preferential treatment over existing clients. Objectively they weren’t being fair. And then to add stress to her day, a potential beau had called and canceled dinner and said he didn’t think they were going to work out. On their last date he had pushed on moving to the bedroom. They had been out two times.

Helen liked sex as much as the next person. She loved it. But she wasn’t into hopping into bed. Well, at least not under the current circumstances. There had been that one time in San Francisco. But this was different. Her suitor had presented himself as wanting to build something, yet he wanted to move right to trying the dessert. What about building a little connection, seeing if they hit is off on multiple levels, having some anticipation and fun while building the desire both in the mind and the body?

He hadn’t made her heart go pitter pat, nor her legs quiver, and so she wasn’t willing to drop her panties just yet. So yes, it had been a difficult and disappointing day. She wasn’t going to start with the personal stuff, so she told Tom about her client situation.

After dragging Tom through her afternoon encounter with her former client, she joked about getting drunk. She liked the wine, and she did feel the day’s cares washing away. But she promised to try to behave with Tom and not let him seduce her too easily. It had been a light attempt at humor after two glasses of wine had loosened her tongue. Tom blushed. Helen realized she had been a bit brazen. They really were just talking as new friends and with her comment she had suggested the possibility of something more. She apologized, and explained that she was just teasing herself more than anything, and asked that he please forgive her poor humor. Tom shook his head, no need to apologize.

He just was not very good at the smooth tap dance that seemed to flow so easily for some men. He liked her humor, and even was flattered. He did find her attractive, and truth be told even though she was joking, thoughts like that had crossed his mind. Now it was Helen’s turn to blush. But as Tom explained, he would never have the courage to follow through. They both laughed, each of them realizing how much they liked each other, but acknowledging that things were still more awkward than they should be after two glasses of wine.

Now it was Tom’s turn to unload. He was not in the habit of discussing his personal life, but he had not had much to drink over the past few months, and the two glasses were affecting him as well.

He explained that the argument Helen had heard last year was with his girlfriend. They had since broken up. He explained what he liked about Suzanne, though not mentioning anything about her sexual appetite. But he said her temper and her veil of superiority often grated on him. He much preferred people who were what they appeared. He complimented Helen on her handling of her client that afternoon. She had been objective, fair, and more than willing to work with the client as much as possible. The client walking out was more an indicator of faults with the client’s viewpoint rather than any fault on Helen’s part. Helen titled her head, with a pleasant frown.

Tom wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, but didn’t say anything. For her part, Helen was surprised and pleased by Tom’s understanding and comprehension of the ethical and professional nuances of her situation. It was all business, but it made her heart beat a little faster. This guy was different. A bit shy, but quite intelligent, perceptive, and eloquent when he wanted to be. And hey not bad to look at either. She wondered what he looked like with his shirt off. Oh stop that. Ok, no more wine.

They finally got up to leave each making excuses of things to do before bed. Tom kissed Helen on the cheek. Helen thanked him for his time and the wine and said good night. They each headed in their own directions, neither being able to let the past two hours out of their thoughts.

Tom caught a cab. His car was right there, but he didn’t want to think, he just wanted to let his mind wander without distraction or other tasks. He’d get the car tomorrow.

What an incredible evening. Helen was a remarkable woman. And quite alluring. Her age and sophistication was in such marked contrast to recent girlfriends. Not just Suzanne, but most of the women he’d dated. There hadn’t been that many. Women liked him, that wasn’t the issue; it was his lack of confidence or bravado in pursuing. Suzanne had actually made it easy, openly flirting with him and leading him on. Though he had actually been the one who asked her out, she had made it quite plain she was interested and awaiting his advance. Helen was different. He was quite sure she was capable and comfortable in taking the lead and asking anyone out she wanted to. But Tom didn’t want to leave this to chance. He wanted to make sure she knew what he thought of her.

To all appearances Helen seemed interested in him. He wouldn’t have thought that a sophisticated woman like her would have found anything of interest in a young inexperienced soul like him. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He was aroused. He started to chide himself. But then stopped. What did they say; women as they got older were more self-assured and sometimes liked the vibrancy of a slightly younger man. And they weren’t that far apart in ages. He was thirty one, and she was either late thirties or just forty. Neither of them was still under the influence of their thoughtless twenties. Each had found success in various arenas and with that had come a stability and confidence.

Well maybe not confidence in dating. But Tom wanted to change that. Helen appealed to him in so many ways. And yes also in a very basic way. Tom wanted, needed, to let her know his interest. He promised himself that if given the opportunity he would ask if she would like to go out.

Each was finding that they were open to possibilities that neither had really considered hours ago.

Helen got her car out of the garage she parked in. The drive home was quite fun. Her mind was one place and her body was in another, though not totally dissimilar place. She kept thinking about how much she liked this man. He was younger, but only in physical age, and what was wrong with that. He wasn’t that much younger. Probably early thirties. When you are ten or twenty, a ten year age difference feels like a lot. But now? Perhaps other things were more important. And a little youth did have advantages. She had to admit, Tom was almost all positives. He was mature, well spoken, very intelligent, and handsome in a non-classic way, though his body seemed quite fit.

He had said something once about running to relieve the pressures of the day. Again her mind turned to thinking what he might look like shirtless. And thinking about him, she had to admit aroused her. She could feel that she was moist. She wanted to touch herself. To daydream, to fantasize, to get carried away. Well that would have to wait, at least until she wasn’t behind the wheel. Maybe another glass of wine when she got home and some fulfillment for these urges she felt.

She knew that Tom should have no problem finding an attractive woman his age or younger. But he had obviously been interested in her in more than a friendly way. His blushing spoke to that. Her joking and teasing had exposed some of his thoughts. Thinking that made her want to squeeze her thighs together and delight in these feelings. What was wrong with her thinking about something with Tom?

As quickly as that, she came to a decision. In her past she had always been the pursued. She wasn’t sure that would work with Tom. He still had some shyness, and if she waited on him, it might be months till anything developed. She was self-assured, but her attractiveness prior to her marriage had meant that she had never had to take the initiative. Since her marriage there just hadn’t been much time, and randomness and chance had played a bigger part in whom she met or dated.

But here, she didn’t want to leave things to chance. She knew she wanted this. And she was at a place with herself and her comfort level that she decided that shyness was not what was called for. If needed, she would be the suitor. As with her stepping out with her career and taking control, she would make an effort to control the pace at which things might develop with Tom. The thought made her lick her lips. Hmmm, yes, this would be something new. And fun. Taking control in things related to romance and the bedroom. It brought a thrill and a warm wave to her. She liked it. She smiled. A bit of devilment on her mind.

Work consumed both of them for a couple of days. But then they ran into each other coming into work. There was an awkward moment where they each grinned but were unsure what to say. Finally Tom said how much he enjoyed their evening talking and escaping the day. And any time she wanted to do it again, he would love to oblige her. Helen smiled, liking his taking the lead in spite of her earlier personal directives. She responded ‘well, why not this weekend? Maybe we could have dinner so we have more time to talk and have some meandering conversation about anything and nothing?’

Tom grinned and replied, ‘yes, that sounds great, let’s do that. How about Saturday. Can I come get you?’

‘That works. Here let me give you my address. I’ll let you pick the place. As far as place, surprise me.’

‘Any particular type of cuisine?

‘Don’t worry about that, I’m sure you will pick a great spot, and besides it’s going to be about the conversation and company as much as the food isn’t it?’

Tom made a reservation at Tochelle’s, a relatively small new restaurant. He had been once before. It wasn’t too noisy and the service was excellent.

Their conversation was as delightful as their night spent talking over wine. But tonight was different. Each felt it. There was heat and passion in the air. When their eyes met, they smiled and got weak in the knees. Okay maybe it wasn’t the knees where Helen was feeling it. She wanted this man. Dinner was delicious.

It was a delightful three hours. The food and service were excellent. And for Helen the anticipation was killing her. She had no idea if he would make a move or maintain his shy outer demeanor. She was going to have none of that. She was going to have him, and boy was he going to have her.

Tom drove Helen back to her place, talking about anything but how he felt and how much he enjoyed her company. When they arrived, he jumped out and opened the door for her and walked her to her place. He kissed her rather too quickly and left her lips too soon, trying for an impassioned but delicate good night.

She tilted her head, in the way he finds so alluring and so confusing. She shakes it, grinning almost giggling. Laughs. ‘You are trying too hard to be a gentleman. Right now I just need you as a man’. Helen took his hand and led him inside.

She closed the door, and then she pressed him back against the door and gave him a proper kiss. Finally. And finally he responded as she needed him to. He kissed her back. Hard, Beautifully. Tongue, lips, exploration, play, passion. Their bodies fully connected. His hand went to the back of her head and his fingers ran through her hair. The feel of his hand and fingers on her scalp was electric. Her leg rose up and wrapped around him.

She wanted their bodies to be as connected as possible. Her thigh pulling him in. She could feel his hardness. Oh my that was nice. Too long. Yes it was long, but she meant it had been too long since she had felt like this. Not just aroused, but literally on fire. Her entire body was an erogenous zone. She couldn’t get enough of him, his mouth, and his tongue. She needed him naked. There were times for delicious foreplay and languorous delays and building of passion. This wasn’t one of them. Her need was too demanding. No foreplay, no gentle caresses, she needed him between her legs now. She broke the kiss. She wasn’t sure they would make it to the bedroom. She dropped to her knees and started unbuckling him. She could feel his shaft through his pants.

God, it hadn’t been that long, but it had been way too long. Months since anything like sex, but years since something this fiery. She took him out. He was beautiful. Full and almost red with desire, veins standing out. She tasted him. She needed his stiffness between her legs, but she couldn’t resist a quick suck. Feeling his girth in her mouth, swirling her tongue around that delicious engorged head. Ok, onto more important things.

She got up, took his hand and started towards the bedroom. His pants were still around his ankles. He was trapped and shuffling. She would have giggled if she wasn’t so desperate. She just turned and said ‘follow when you can …’ She started disrobing as she walked. As she went through her living room, she stopped in front of the couch. Yes this would do just fine. She wriggled out of her dress, undid her bra. By this time Tom had extricated himself and was naked from the waist down in front of her, at full attention. She grasped him and felt his heat. He moaned, and then reached up and removed her bra. He pushed her back onto the couch. She had panties and thigh high stockings on. He went to the panties and pushed his mouth into them. They were wet. He loved her scent. Musky and yet with a hint of sweetness, maybe berry or was it honey?

Her urgency pushed him aside and she lowered her panties. Her sex was full and pinkish purple, her lips parted and very wet. Tom started to lower his head again to taste her. He so loved the taste of an aroused woman, wet with her own juices. But Helen shook her head. Time for that later, right now I need you inside me, and I need you to make love to me as intensely as possible. Now Tom laughed. He was happy to oblige. Helen’s butt and open legs were on the edge of her couch. Tom on his knees brought his stiff penis to her entrance. He pushed in. Her vagina grasped his head tightly but everything was liquid and he could push as deeply as he wanted. Initially he took his time sinking fully.

Helen’s head fell back overcome with the incredible feeling as he entered her for the first time. She gasped. She needed to feel this every day, all day. How could she have lived for so long not feeling this? Everyone in the entire world needed to have this feeling. For a moment she couldn’t think or act, overcome with waves of pleasure and sensation. But finally her need demanded more.

She wrapped her legs around him, her feet resting in his butt, firm and muscular. She drove him into her, and then her hands pushed out on his hips, setting the pace. At first medium and then faster and faster. Finally she couldn’t keep up. Her muscles no longer worked. Fortunately Tom’s did. He pulled all the way out and pounded back in. His length sending her to heaven. Already. She was cumming. Usually it took a while and foreplay. But dinner had been foreplay and the kiss had put her at the edge. She had been wet, aroused and inflamed for the past hour. His entering her had started the end.

He hammered at her. His abdomen slamming into her, slapping her clit, her lips spread wide around his beautiful cock. He looked down. Her little nub stood tall and alone, her sex spread wide, her lips stretched. She was beautiful. Her breasts pert, her upper chest and neck flushed a deep red. She was spasming and clenching him. It was too much, too incredible. He felt himself falling over the edge. He started cumming himself. He spurted, pulsed and spurted some more, he just kept cumming. She was completely draining him. Her eyes opened wide and looked up at him. She moaned ‘ooooh, god, I feel you cumming, you’re cum is hitting everywhere, oh my god.’ She threw her head back. She was cumming again. She had just cum and was still feeling aftershocks and he had sent her back over the edge again.

She couldn’t remember, but she usually didn’t feel when a lover erupted. But she felt it now. It brought a new heat and liquid fire inside. And it felt incredible. Tom was big. Not huge, but more than she had felt recently, and he filled her almost completely. His head was incredibly deep in her, and when he had started cumming, she had known immediately, she wasn’t thinking straight enough to know if it was his cock pulsing, or the head erupting so near the top of her vagina. But she had felt his seed as it hit her and spread. God what a feeling.

Tom was in heaven as well. She grasped him completely, milking him completely. Her inside walls vibrating and contracting around him. He felt like he had spurted ten times. He was sure it was less than that, but his orgasm had lasted an eternity. He was jelly. If he had been standing, he would have fallen. He still slowly slid in and out, her warmth sending delicious quivers of delight over his cock and back to the rest of his nervous system.

He moved forward, resting his chest against hers. He kissed her. More softly than their kiss inside the door, but no less passionately. Their tongues played, and he loved how they savored each other. His forehead rested against hers. He was speechless. She kissed him lightly, quickly, and wrapped her arms around him.

Finally she spoke ‘how about we find the bedroom?’

Both exhausted ~

They napped. Sometime later, still deep in the night, each woke entangled in the other. Helen asked if he might like some nourishment. Dinner had been fabulous, but unsurprisingly they found they were hungry.

Helen got up and went naked to the kitchen. Tom loved watching her butt as it walked away. God, what a fabulous woman. How had he been fortunate enough to fall into bed with her? How had he been fortunate enough to fall into anything with her?

He got up and followed her to the kitchen. She handed him a small bottle of apple juice. She leered at him – ‘fruit juice, to help you recover for your second act’. He could only smile. She wanted more. Oh, he liked this woman. So many women hesitated to say when they wanted sex. Helen was not only admitting she enjoyed their first act, but plainly telling him she wanted and expected more. He was going to be more than happy to oblige.

‘How about some eggs?’ she asked. He nodded. She went to fridge and grabbed the eggs and some additives; garlic, cheese, green onions, and some spices. She whisked them all together and heated the frying pan. As she was whisking them she gazed at him as he drank her required supplement. Jeez he was good looking. A nice smile, a bit of a long face, but clean lines. And oh what a body. Not overly muscular, but fit and taut. On the couch, his chest and muscles had glistened as they had ignited each other. She had loved the feel of his hips, his bones as she pushed and pulled at him in her need.

She so wanted to explore his body, to feel and taste all of him. She could smell him even now. Well maybe she smelled both of them. They hadn’t washed up, and their scents were in the air. It was intoxicating. Their scents of lust and sex, now lying dormant on their bodies but speaking to recent passions. She didn’t want to wash him from her body. She wanted more. And she was pretty sure she was going to get what she wanted. His manhood hung down. But it was full, thick. A bit of encouragement and she knew he would be able to please her again.

Tom looked up and saw Helen gazing at him. He smiled. She smirked. She said “careful or I’ll attack you before we’ve had our eggs, and I want you to get your protein”.

“Cold eggs aren’t all bad”. It was her turn to look away. She returned her attention to the eggs. But her mind was very distracted. The meal would have to be quick; she could feel her pulse accelerating.

Tom gazed appreciatively at the woman standing just feet away. Naked. Fixing eggs. Her butt a perfect curve in profile. He walked a few feet behind her. He could look between her legs and see her lips still full. She was perfect. Ok, not perfect, but to him extraordinarily beautiful. Her butt wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big. It was round and firm. He wanted to have his hands on it constantly. He wanted to take her right now. Helen chose that moment to turn her head. She smirked again.

‘What are you looking at?’

‘You.’

‘Well I’m happy to see I’m receiving a positive review’

He looked down. He was getting stiff. He was at half-mast.

‘Here’ she said. ‘Eat something and we’ll test your stamina.’

Ten minutes later, maybe less, they were back in the bedroom. Kissing, exploring. He growled. He had wanted to taste her since he had entered her house. He pushed her back. His head moved down to a breast. He dragged his palm across a nipple. He loved this woman’s body. He wouldn’t have called her slender, but she certainly didn’t have too much. And her curves, her areas of firmness contrasted with her softness. No longer the body of a twenty year old, but Tom couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her breasts were small, but firm and pert. The nipples dark and very hard. And they were oh so sensitive.

When he ran his palm over the nipple Helen arched her neck and cooed, and when he finally tasted her breast she moaned as though she was about to cum. She had so many erogenous zones. He grazed his fingernails down her side and at the edge of her back. Back up to her armpit, raking her ribs. It seemed like her body was all nerves and anything he touched or licked sent off shivers or moans. He loved turning this woman on. And when he returned to the nape of her neck, her fingernails dug deep in his shoulder.

But it was her legs that made Tom very hard with uncontrollable desire. He had always liked breasts, but he loved legs and a firm butt. Helen’s thighs were not runner’s thighs.

They were firm but had a little extra at the hips. But they had tone, and when he ran his hands over them he felt the texture of her muscle. And her butt was incredible. It was a tad bigger, but it was firm and had muscle and curves and softness at its edges. Later as they found favorite positions, he would love entering her from behind, watching his stiff cock push in until his abdomen lay against her ass. He could cum just from looking at her. Her butt perfectly round and feeling as good against his stomach as he was in her fully, deeply. Warm flesh against warm flesh. The split between her cheeks leading to her sex and heaven, inviting fingers, tongue, cock.

His palm was on one breast and his mouth was on her other breast. He flicked his tongue around the areola, circling but not yet touching the nipple. He sucked in, held her nipple with his lips. Pressed together, and then started sliding his tongue over its pertness, captured between his lips. Suzanne had loved when he did this to her clit, and he had found it drove her almost as crazy when he did it to a nipple. As he did it to Helen, her hands pulled at his hair holding him firmly in place, her own head circling side to side and emitting a low moan, half cry, half growl.

Helen couldn’t believe it. No slow build up, she was right back near peak. And he wasn’t even between her legs, which is where she knew he was headed. Just the thought was making her drip. His tongue was making her crazy. As he circled and flicked it sent a direct message to her loins, the connection immediate and as taut as a violin string. Every lick was sending waves of pleasure throughout her body, starting between her legs and with her nipple, but vibrating out to her toes and fingers. Even her hair. Electric current was everywhere.

He was on the move again. She regretted his leaving her breasts unattended, but his downward trajectory promised only a short gap in her pleasure. His tongue stuck out in a V, tasting her stomach, her belly button. Again, waves of pleasure as she felt him connect with her. People sometimes said someone sent chills through their body. But it wasn’t chills. It wasn’t cold. It was hot, he was hot, and she was hot. He had her vibrating. Hot chills maybe? She didn’t know. She didn’t care.

He moved down, parting her thighs. Man, was he good looking. She wanted to eat him up, but right now, she was going to let him do the eating. He wasn’t overly muscular, but he was fit, and didn’t have much body fat. What muscles he had, stood out, especially at the moment. He was resting on his elbows and his tongue licked her inner thigh. His chest and arms stood out, the tone crisply defined, the bicep and triceps sharp and artistic. His torso was just starting to glisten again, a sheen making his pectorals stand out. He didn’t have a six pack, but she could see the definition in his abdomen as it sunk between her legs.

He leaned in, his head now directly at her core. His back undulated. His spine standing out, and centered between his shoulder muscles. And then suddenly she went blind. His tongue moved inside her. She had been on her elbows, watching his progress with anticipation and hunger. But her upper body collapsed backwards. She gave herself into his loving mouth. She spread wide, wanting to feel that tongue everywhere at once. She could no longer see or talk. She mumbled. If anyone asked she would have had no idea what she was saying, but she knew what she was trying to communicate – this is incredible, don’t stop, do whatever you want with my body, and just don’t stop.

His tongue caressed her entrance, circling and pushing. He slipped it as deep in as he could; only an inch or two, but it sent her hips forcibly downward creating a bond with his mouth. He pressed upward inside her. If only he could get an inch more he was sure he could stimulate her G-spot. Later. Fingers. For now the journey would lead elsewhere. His tongue parted her lips, labia now full and engorged. She was spread for him. He licked up and down between her entrance and her clit. No noticeable geography, just smooth and flat, but Helen was moaning now and saying random words – Yes, ohh, please, yes, that’s it, oh, … incredible … God, more, keep …

He moved up. Close. But not touching her center directly. Only caressing to the side. Helen wanted to shift her hips, force him where she needed to feel him, but she didn’t want to move to alter what she was already experiencing. He circled. Above. Her shaft was just below the skin, the nub now standing tall. It’s very tip pink. His tongue went up one side and down the other. Caressing her clit shaft as though it were a small hard penis. Her hips were moving now, trying to help, rhythmically oscillating. Her need was becoming urgent. She grunted, please, take me there, and make me cum.

Finally he obliged. It was too much. His tongue touched her core. Ever so softly. It was just barely contacting her clit, moving less than a quarter inch. So many men pushed and thrust and used force, trying to dent her. Tom was almost not there, not touching her, but oh so there, touching her completely. She arched at the touch and feel of his tongue. He relented. He took her in, sucking her clit and surrounding softness into his mouth. His tongue started slowly moving directly on her, not flicking but moving up and down, more and more quickly.

He repeated his earlier clasp that he had done to her breast. He held her clit between his lips. Pressing together firmly. The tongue then started moving over just the tip. Back and forth. Faster. And faster. He sucked her in more. His tongue now batted her clit back and forth. It was too much and not enough. He swirled around, never completing losing touch with the nub itself, but stimulating everything.

Oh, the circling. She had loved the strumming, but the circling did it. She started exploding. She literally screamed. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Her back arched. She didn’t know whether to pull away or press in harder. She peaked. No. It wasn’t just a peak; it was a plateau above the clouds. In outer space. She was in a place she didn’t think she had ever been. It kept going and going. He had slowed down, not letting the overly stimulated area get too intense, but not relinquishing the pleasure of his touch. He now slowly licked. He moved down to the smooth place he had been before. He pressed at the top of her entrance.

It had been neglected, but now was awash in pleasure again, sending new tendrils throughout her body. Her clit was still throbbing with pleasure, almost pain. He had pulled away to allow it some peace, but his stimulation elsewhere kept her in the clouds. Was she still cumming? She just couldn’t tell. She really couldn’t think. Her brain just wasn’t working. All blood and all thought were between her legs. She was barely aware of consciousness. But she was very aware of one thing. Being consumed by pleasure. Ecstasy. More than orgasm. It was longer. Bigger. For something that wasn’t an instant, time was no longer a dimension. She had no idea how long it lasted.

Slowly the world returned. Tom was still caressing her with his tongue. It was oh so pleasurable. Not intense, but oh so good. Her breathing was heavy, ragged. But slowly she was catching her breath. Tom was back to licking her lips. His head lay on her thigh. She didn’t want him to stop, but she also needed to feel him. All of him. Lying against her. Connecting with her as fully as possible. She grabbed. Whatever she could get hold of. His hair, his arm. She pulled him up. She was slick. He slid up her body, again, sending waves through her as he moved against her. She was still having aftershocks. Just thinking about it, sent off mini spasms. He was now up even with her. His body heavy on hers. She kissed him. Wildly. Her tongue pushing and probing. She sucked him into her mouth, wanting as much of him as possible.

Oh, that gorgeous tongue. Ouuuu, spasms again. His cock lay hard against her stomach. She would need that again soon. But right now she wanted his body right where it was. Pressing down into her, completing her.

She hummed. Just a single long note. Hmmmmmmmmm. Purring.

A while passed. A few minutes, half an hour. Not sure. He was still big against her, but no longer rock hard. She wanted to change that. A small amount of energy had returned. She rolled, sending him onto his back. She to his side, and then up, on top, straddling him. She retreated, her head lowering to his stomach, his cock, his thighs. Her legs were bent and splayed straddling his legs. She could feel the heat emanating from her loins. Literally waves of heat coming off. She opened herself, stretching the muscles, tendons, and ligaments of her pubic area. A delightful pull and tug.

She lowered her mouth to his member. Took him in. Felt his softness, felt it coming to life. She loved that. Taking a man while still dormant, and having him come to life under her administrations. Feeling him fill her mouth. Her tongue swirled. She played. Strumming a bit as he had. Her tongue thumping his head, caressing the underside of his shaft. She took him in deep. He sunk down her throat. She relaxed, feeling him everywhere in her mouth, feeling the veins, the shaft as it thickened below his nice head.

Feeling his head almost halfway down her throat. She breathed through her nose. Slowly she moved him in and out. She had taken men in like this before, deep throating them. But different men were different sizes. Some thick, pushing her jaws wide, some long as Tom was. And some just average; easier to deep throat, but not as much fun. She loved the sexual challenge. Tom was thicker than some, but not huge. He was definitely longer, but that really didn’t matter as much.

The only time it mattered was when they were too long. And that had only happened once. She loved the feeling of a man pounding into her vagina, his cock going in fully, her pussy aroused and extended to its maximum size. Her man’s body in full contact with her stomach, thighs, ass. The one time she had been with someone very big, when she was quite a bit younger, he couldn’t get it all the way in. She hadn’t been fully aroused, and sometimes her insides elongated and got bigger the more aroused she got. Especially after orgasming once and having someone continue to fuck her. But the one time, her big partner had entered after very little foreplay, and he had hit her cervix or something. It hurt. She had told him to pull back a little.

So he had to be careful with his thrusts. Nice in size, but a bit restrictive in terms of play. Tom was perfect, more than big enough, but not too much. Some of her friends teased that you could never have too much. But she disagreed. Perfect was perfect.

Her mouth continued to play over Tom. He was now completely hard again. She could feel the veins, and the contours of his shaft. She loved running her tongue over the rim of his head. He obviously appeared to like this to, a moan escaping his lips. She looked up, looking at him, watching the pleasure washing over his face. She flattened her tongue, licking him like an ice cream cone. Up, down, swirling around. She had one hand at his base, a loose fist holding him at his root. Her other hand wrapped around the middle, moving in concert with her mouth and tongue, up and down, twisting over his slick cock.

She lifted her head up, giving up her fine prize. Looked down at his magnificence. Her one hand still moved up and down, all the way to the top and closing over his head. And then down over the head and the shaft. She had been told this felt almost like when a man’s cock first entered a woman. It was supposedly very intense. Tom certainly looked beyond control.

Oh he was so hard. His cock was beautiful. In her present state her man’s cock was always beautiful. But this one was particularly so. Its head was a big mushroom, pink or almost red, popping through her small fist. Its ridge round but very sharply defined. Pushing out from the shaft. Then on down, his cock widening midway down the shaft. Perfectly straight. Ramrod straight. She wasn’t sure she could bend it if she wanted to. A woman friend had once told her that research doctors measured the stiffness of a man’s cock on a scale of 1-10. Six was considered the minimum needed to start coitus, to be able to push into a woman even if not completely hard. Ten was the hardest. Tom was at about an eleven.

This was the first time she had done this with him. She loved doing this to someone special. She wanted to continue. She would have loved to have him cum in her mouth, but she would save that for another time. Now she had something else in mind.

Later, a week or more, they would spend a lazy day almost all of it in bed, taking time out only to grab bites of food, and bathroom breaks. When she had gone to the bathroom she had stolen into the kitchen for a moment. Grabbed a jar of honey from the cupboard. When she returned to her bedroom, she knelt beside him and woke him erotically with her mouth, her tongue. When he started moaning and his big head became aware of what was happening to his little head, she had released him and reached over to the bedside table. She took the small glass jar of honey and lightly drooled some on him. It looked incredible, all beaded up on his glistening hardness. She licked up and down, kissed between his thighs, licking between his balls, and then up his shaft retrieving the honey.

She left a bead at the top and surveyed her work. He was beautifully huge, reddish with arousal, veins popping. She lowered her head onto the last drip of honey and engulfed his head, swirling her tongue and collecting the sweetness off of his smooth top. Both her hands lightly wrapped around his shaft. She began gently jacking him while sucking on his head. She looked up to see the look of amazement on his face. Her reward. Well at least until he rewarded her in a different fashion. And he was close to that.

It had been a great start to the day.

But now she needs to ride him. To mount. To feel him enter her. And then to control. To watch his face as she fucks him totally. Brings him the same ecstasy and intensity that he has brought her.

She brought her hips up and raised them over him. She grasped his fullness, feeling it stiff and unyielding. She placed him touching her lips, sitting pressing against the opening to her vagina. Slowly she lowered. She could have plunged. She wanted to. But this was for him. She was going to tease him and make him cry out, as he had done to her.

His head pushed in. Just the head. She contracted. He moaned and arched his hips, pushing in another inch. She backed him back out. Then back in. Just an inch each way. Driving him crazy. He was trying to push his hips. But her hands held him down. She was above him. Only her hands and her vagina touched him. She wished she had a mirror. Oh, she would love to watch this. She looked down. She could see him disappearing between her thighs. She could feel him. Imagine the beauty of it as he split her and was just inside.

She lowered further. Now two inches. Back. More slow tease. A very slow fuck. Driving him crazy. Driving her crazy. More of the same till she couldn’t stand it. She dropped. Taking him completely. Bringing her very close again. Feeling him completely in her. His head was thrown back, the veins on his neck standing out. She swore she could see his pulse hammering away. She could only imagine what she was doing to him. But she knew exactly what he was doing to her. She wanted it to last. She just wasn’t sure she could maintain control. She began to rise and fall. At the top with only his head in her. She didn’t want to lose him, didn’t want to let him slip out. The momentary loss would be incredibly distracting. She would frantically search for him, to reinsert him, to regain the feeling of him joined with her.

She picked up the pace. Her need was getting frantic. It was obvious, Tom was beyond frantic. She wanted him to enjoy the build, but he had been hard eating her, he was already highly aroused. She didn’t want to make him blue. Time for delicious release. Her butt started slapping, making a lovely sound. She was almost there. She had started to lose focus, and suddenly Tom let out a loud cry. She felt him. He was cumming. Hard. She felt his seed splatter her. It sent her over. She slammed down. Quivered. Shocks running through her.

She could see Tom’s face in ecstasy. His mouth wide open. She wanted to lift up again, but her muscles were locked. She felt a final pulse from him. Felt it almost in her stomach. She was still feeling it. The muscles on her arms stood out as she braced herself feeling the orgasm spreading outward in waves. There was a bead of sweat on the tip of her nose. She stayed upright for a moment more, feeling the deliciousness of it all.

Then she collapsed.

Fell into him.

Became one.

Expended.

Completely.

She looked up. They had slept. It was morning. She was still on top, folded over Tom. Sleep and warmth pleasantly everywhere. She tingled. She giggled. Oh my. How wonderful. Visions through her mind. She could tell she was still wet. He was no longer in her. He had shrunk and lay between her legs. Their juices were everywhere. She could see his sperm on his cock and in drops on her lips and on his stomach, having flowed out of her as they slept. She moved slowly. She lowered her head and tasted his juice. It was no longer hot. She loved it when it was hot and fresh. Still, it was him. He tasted good.

She had slept again. Late morning. No, almost afternoon. She was beside him now, but sides touching fully. He finally stirred. She kissed his neck, his back, his shoulder.

She smiled at him ‘Good afternoon. Did you sleep well?’

‘What do you think? My god you are incredible.’

‘You think so?’ She giggled. She hadn’t giggled in years, in decades. And now she was giggling all the time. She decided she needed to giggle more.

‘Water, I think I need water’, he croaked.

She laughed ‘ok, let’s get you some water’

They sat in her bed. Leaning against each other. Eating yogurt. Two spoons, one cup. Every once in a while he would stop and swoop in and kiss her. Her lips, an ear, her check, her neck. Once he had started in on a nipple. She had pushed him away ‘haven’t you had enough?’

‘No. ‘

‘Ah the beauty of youth and stamina. Well, I think I could come to like that quite a bit, but right now I think I’m sore. No complaints mind you, but I need to recuperate’.

He smiled. ‘So I’ve worn you out is what you’re saying?’

She grimaced ‘don’t go there buster, you want a contest, I’ll drive you into the ground whimpering.’ She smiled. A wicked smile. He held up his hands in an "I give up" position of surrender.

They got up and showered together, and then fell asleep again. Finally that evening they had a light supper. They talked. He said he should go. She asked him to stay. He did. They slept tangled together that night. No sex. Just connection.

The next day was Monday. Each constantly stumbling into the other’s office. Almost no work getting done. They went to dinner again that night. They slept together again. This time, his place. Made love again. He made her breakfast.

Finally at dinner the next night they parted. Life returned somewhat to the norm, but certainly not ordinary.

The next weekend together. Then two days apart, only a lunch in-between.

The first two weeks together were delightful, incredible, and unbelievable. Helen had re-found her youth, her desire, her love of the bedroom and her love of being with a man, of being constantly aroused, of being with someone who made her wet just thinking about him. She thought about this. It had been like this with her man from the UK. But this amazingly was better. She was older; she was now the self-assured one, the experienced one.

She knew what she wanted and they were making it happen. She had self-confidence. Her career was going well, and her love life was even better. She loved this. She felt in control. Not as in dominant, but as in balanced. She was exploring. Seeing a hedonistic side of herself. She wasn’t wildly sleeping around; she was wildly sleeping with one.

She wanted to do anything and everything with Tom, in the bedroom and out. He was handsome, fit, had the stamina of a teenager, but maturity and intelligence. No she wasn’t in love. At least not yet. But she was in lust. Smitten, Infatuated, completely taken with this man. Who knew what the future held. But for now, she was reveling in it.

That Friday they went to the opposite side of town. He drove. An older fashionable French restaurant on the top floor of an office building. Fabulous. As expected. Two bottles of wine. They lingered over dessert. Then coffee. They were doing it again. Exchanging looks. Lust. Helen took her foot out of her shoe and ran it up the inside of Tom’s thigh.

She excused herself. Walked to the ladies room. She was wearing a short black dress that fit her very tightly. She hoped Tom was watching her. Right before she turned the corner, she looked back. He was. She patted her ass, and disappeared.

A few minutes later she returned and sat down. She took her leg again and reached it over to Tom. She lifted his leg. Her hands went under the table. She held his raised foot. She removed his shoe. Removed his sock. She moved her chair in. He followed suit. With one hand she pulled her dress up and brought his foot onto her chair. She raised her other hand and reached across for Tom’s hand. He reciprocated. Brought his hand out to hold hers. She placed something in his palm and withdrew her hand. It went back under the table. She pulled his foot into her. Bent his toes down. She shifted. Rose up just a bit.

His toe touched wetness. He looked down at what was in his hand. Her panties. Oh so small and delicate. And no longer on her. He wriggled his toe. A small moan escaped her lips. He played for a bit. Finally she said, I think we need to leave. He didn’t argue. Paid the check quickly, rounding up to an exceedingly large tip. Slipping on his shoe, no sock. It had gotten lost somewhere, and he wasn’t willing to spend time looking.

They walked back to the garage. Her dress now back in place, but her panties lay in Tom’s pocket. They got to his car. He went to the passenger side to open her door. As he unlocked the door, she took him in her arms. She kissed him. Deeply, passionately, erotically. Sucking on him. Her hands clawed into his butt. She pressed him into the door, felt him growing. She pressed her breasts and her pelvis into him. Ground, getting herself hotter with the contact and motion. Her panties missing, her dress sheer, his cock almost felt naked against her. She couldn’t wait. She needed him now.

‘Touch me. Run your hands over me’. She needed to feel his hands on her. He pressed against her stomach. He is now almost straight up against her, only his boxers holding him back. His hand clenches her cheek through the thin material of her dress. She hikes it up, offering him access. He obliges, grabbing her cheek. His hand slides in between. She is very wet. She has been walking without her panties, and her moisture is everywhere, on her thighs, between her ass cheeks. She is a tropical forest of heat and moisture. She has just shaved. She is completely smooth except for a decorative diamond in front. Tom’s hand slides everywhere. It easily slips into her, one finger, a second. Helen’s head drops onto his shoulder overcome with waves of pleasure, feeling him once again touching her where she needs to be touched. One leg lifts and wraps around him.

She is open to him. He starts fucking her with two fingers. She is incredibly wet and smooth. He feels the contours of her soft insides on his fingers. He is in her from behind. He presses his fingers forward, pushing on her rough patch at the front of her vagina. It is getting hard and knobby. Her g-spot getting full and needing his touch. He slides back and forth. She starts moaning, whimpering.

He looks around. The garage is empty. The light is low, but it isn’t really dark. He grabs both her cheeks and lifts her. Suspended like this Helen feels Tom’s hands pulling her thighs, her cheeks, her ass, unknowingly he is stretching her, stimulating her nerve endings. If he keeps her this way, suspended and pulled, she will cum. He rotates, puts her down on the hood of his car. He kneels, his tongue tasting her, her nectar now flowing freely for him. She reclines back, now arched on the hood of his car. Her loins completely open to him. One leg up, the other hanging down. Tom licks everywhere. She moans. She loves his tongue, but she wants him, needs him inside her.

Some women prefer oral sex over anything. Helen loves oral sex, loves Tom’s tongue, but right now she needs penetration. She needs to join, to feel him enter her, savage her, fill her up and explode. Not slowly. Fast, hard, deep. She needs to feel him slam into her, to feel his cock pushing deeply touching her fully hitting the top of her vagina, feeling as though he will suddenly be everywhere inside her. She cannot look up, but hoarsely says ‘Please, I need your cock, please put it inside of me, I need you to fuck me.’

Tom stands. Unzips. No need to wait or arouse further. He is ready and Helen is more than ready. He pushes in. No hesitation, no teasing. A short stroke and then all the way in. Helen moans again. She brings her legs up, wraps them around him. As much skin in contact with him as possible.

They have made love countless times now over the past couple of weeks. Sometimes fast, but usually slow, or at least drawn out, savoring the build to the heights.

But here, now, it is fast, immediate. They move hard against each other, feeling the need push them faster, escalating quickly. Helen cums first. She is just starting to come back to earth when Tom cums. It does not put her back over the top, but it gets her close. She stays there for a while, mini orgasms and tremors cumming one on top of the other. Spasms, vibrations, mild waves. All good. Oh so good.

Tom rests over her. He is still big and inside her. He is just barely moving. Occasionally stopping, but then initiating a slight thrust with half closed eyes. Finally he withdraws. Helen lays there. Minutes go by. Tom looks around. Still quiet. Deserted. Helen sits up. She feels it. She looks down. Their juices are slowing leaking out. Onto his car, onto her. She dips a finger and tastes. Hummms. Giggles. Mmmmh.

They arrive home, her home she thinks. She really is not sure. She has not really been awake. Not asleep, but in that place where all focus is on the glorious sensations running through her body. Tom opens her door. They go into her place, head to the bedroom. She thinks she wants more. But they fall asleep. The next morning she makes good on fulfilling that thought of wanting more.

Helen needed him, needed to feel him, needed to be with him, and needed him to make her explode. She needed this more and more. How had this happened? She had gone months without sex, and now she couldn’t last the week. The more she saw him, the more she wanted him. Yes, emotionally, intellectually, but absolutely physically. She had never felt her body need a man more. This man.

She had just gotten home from work. She so wanted to call Tom up or go to his place. But Tom had a client dinner tonight. With a female client. He had been very forthright though a little embarrassed. She chided him. He should never need to explain business.

But she really wanted him tonight. She still had her work clothes on, and in a moment she would probably start to disrobe, but for now just wanted to relax and think of him. Touching her.

She went into the kitchen, poured a glass of wine. She was going to turn her phone off, but then thought that the only person who might call would be Tom. And she would want to hear him, hear his voice. Even if they couldn’t be together. Maybe a little play over the phone. She had never done that, never understood it. But now. Yes. The sound of his voice, it would get her there.

She came back to the living room. Sat down on her loveseat. Leaned back. Took another sip of wine. She could feel it seeping in. She lazily ran her hands over her body through the cloth, through her bra and panties. She caressed, touched. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Tom’s hands that were touching her. She arched a bit, thinking of his touch, anticipating its invisible caress. Another sip of wine. She sat there, touching her nipple. Drifting.

Ok, time to get serious.

She got up. Turned the stereo on the local jazz station. Decided to be more specific. Took out a couple of Miles’ cds and one Ben Webster. She went into the bathroom. Turned on the faucet to the tub. Hot. Usually in this mood she would have a bubble bath. But today she wanted to watch herself.

She put her glass of wine down. Reached back and unzipped. She looked at herself in the mirror. Watched as the dress slipped sideways on her. Imagined Tom watching her slow strip. She pulled one side down. Reached up to a breast and caressed. Tweaked. The dress fell away. Both hands came up, crossing and touching both breasts under the bra. Squeezing, caressing, and then a nipple. Pinching, a little twist, ohhhh, yes that was it. She felt Tom’s tongue on that nipple, imagined him sucking in. She removed her bra. She didn’t have large breasts, but she liked them. Still pert, and oh so sensitive. Tom leaning his head down to suckle her, she can smell his hair. That alone made her quiver. She put a hand down on the counter, steadying herself. Took another sip. She was in just her panties.

She dropped a hand and gently brushed her front. Again, little shocks and waves. She pressed in, pulled up. Tugging all the skin around her abdomen and pulling between her thighs. She slid both hands under her panties and lowered them. Slowly. She had done this with Tom the second time. His mouth had dropped open just a little. She didn’t even think he knew it. She looked in the mirror. Seeing what he had seen. Her small diamond patch of hair.

And below that, her thighs closed and waiting his touch. She opened them, legs a bit wider than shoulder width. She could see her lips. Normally they were fairly compact and tucked. She had always been torn about that, seeing a woman who blatantly displayed her sex through her swimsuit, tight up against her pussy and lips, her sexual area defined for the entire world to see. Brazen. But it wasn’t her, she didn’t have the big lips, and she couldn’t have brought herself to show off in that fashion. At least not in public. Maybe for Tom.

But now her lips were not small. She was feeling it. The arousal, her core getting moist. Her lips taking on some color and filling up, becoming engorged. She lifted a leg to the counter. Looked. Yes Tom was right, lovely. She ran one finger down the middle and then up the outside brushing one lip. Now wet. A shiver went through her.

There was a scented candle on the counter. She lit it. Jasmine.

She took her glass of wine and turned to the tub. One foot in. Hot, very hot. Slowly she lowered herself. Too hot at first, but then perfect. Everything melting.

Very slowly she massages her inner thighs... runs her hands up her stomach...  wishing he were in the tub with her...

The bathroom is lit by candles only...  the wine has her, the scent, and the music. The work day is gone. A million miles away. She is here, in this moment, and Tom is here.

Her hand goes up to her breasts... gently circling her right... then left breast. She takes some soap, gets a bit sudsy. Returns to her breasts.... with her fingertips... Thinking about the last time she and Tom had been together. The electricity...

The release...

She very gently tugs on her nipples... feeling a shock wave of excitement...

Her right hand goes down her side... and she spreads her legs...  her fingers slowly trace the sensitive folds of her inner labia...

Gently rubbing her clit...  the wine... the warm water... Thoughts of Tom...  licking her wet pussy... his tongue going in and out of her... 

With her forefinger she traces a figure 8...over and around her clit...  Covering the clit and the inner labia…

She starts to feel a warm flush go up her torso, neck and face...

She is riding a wave of pleasure… her pulse is racing...breathing is more shallow and the walls of her vagina...Begin to contract...

She slowly slides two fingers inside of her pussy...

Moving them in and out... thinking of Tom touching her, no, fucking her...

Eyes closed... 

She moans softly... takes out her fingers and gently rubs her clit again... then inserts her middle finger inside of her very wet pussy..... She feels the rough walnut like surface of her G spot... she presses in and rubs gently.... then a bit more firmly, ardently

Amazing...

With the other hand she is pulling her right nipple... 

And starts to feel this tremendous wave of pleasure wash over her body... and feels mini tremors build to bigger tremors...  as she reaches climax...

The end of another long day at the office. She got up and paced. Tom was headed out of town tomorrow. He had a short business trip with a potential firm. He usually worked with individuals, so this was a pretty big opportunity. Helen wanted him to succeed. But she was going to miss him. They hadn’t been out of each other’s sight for more than 48 hours. She knew he needed to get ready, to pack. She wanted to give him space. But she also wanted to be with him. It was getting late. Her team had headed home. She was now alone. She knew she should close up and go home. Maybe text Tom, but otherwise let him be unless he said otherwise.

But she couldn’t. She wanted to see him, to hear his voice, to feel his touch. And she wanted the other. Her body was almost suffering withdrawal before there was any withdrawal. It was all mental. She knew it. But her body didn’t. She was aroused, agitated, and downright horny.

Ok, enough, just go see him. See how his day and evening were going. She headed to the door and down to his office.

She walked in. He was on the phone, but she could tell he was finishing up. He looked up and broke into a broad smile. The lilt in his voice took on a fun tone. He hung up. He shook his head. ‘I’ve been thinking about you all day, what have you been up to?’

She smiled immense relief that she wasn’t interrupting, that he wanted to see her. She had been the one setting the pace and leading Tom to adventurous places. They had made love by a community pool one night at 2 am. That had been her. She had egged him on. They had had that fantastic interlude in the parking garage. She was taking him places he hadn’t been before, and he was quite willing. But she still loved realizing that he missed her as much as she missed him.

A thought flickered through her head. All her hesitation disappeared. She walked over to him, coming around his desk, and said ‘I was thinking about you too, but I didn’t want to interrupt. I know you’ve got a big day tomorrow.’

‘Yes, and I’m almost set. Just have to go home and pack’.

‘Oh, so you’re work day is done?’

‘Yes’

She was right next to him, standing back against his desk. She leaned over and kissed him.

‘Good, then I need a proper goodbye kiss.’ She moved in front of him, and hopped up on his desk, directly in front of him. She had on a summer dress, thin and stopping just above the knee. She sat back a bit. Lifted her legs, opened her thighs to him. She reached under her hiked dress and pulled her panties aside. ‘Please, kiss me.’

Tom’s smile got bigger. He didn’t say anything. He just leaned forward. As his tongue touched lightly a jolt ran through her. She sighed. Tom had been good with his tongue from the beginning, but he had gotten better. She had led him on, told him what she liked, and he had gotten creative. He had found new areas that stimulated her. He had found how to focus on one area and as she crested there, he would move to another area between her legs, and he would bring that area up to the same level of pleasure, continuing the orgasm, but really having a different part of her loins adding to the explosions already underway. It was all one high, elongated by stimulation to different areas in a continuous flow.

She had never felt that before. Usually she would cum and then start to recover and come back to earth. She would be ready to go right back up, but Tom had figured out a way to not even let the orgasm subside, to create multiple explosions all going off on top of each other. It was incredible. She needed to bottle it, document it, and share it. She would have these orgasms that lasted an eternity as he moved his tongue, stimulating multiple areas in a cascading continuous orgasm. Science needed to research this. Maybe they had, but if so, they needed to share.

As he touched her, she relished the coming ride. She pushed into him. He started lightly, just gently caressing. His tongue running up gently on the outside of her lips, and then down the other side. Just thinking about it was egging her on, carrying her up, to higher levels of stimulation and pleasure. And Tom's tongue wasn't hurting things either. Her wetness was bathing Tom. By the end of the day, Tom had just the slightest stubble. After a weekend, it was too much. But just this little added a delightful bit of friction as he moved around. His chin rubbing her opening as his tongue circled her nub.

He knew this drove her crazy and he pushed it in, accentuating the feel of his light sandpaper on all of her nerves, her own skin smooth, slick and pliable. He was stimulating her at multiple places at once, and she was losing it. She didn’t want to cum yet. She wanted him inside her.

Her fingers were in his hair. She loved doing that. Feeling his scalp, feeling him connected with her womanhood, pulling on his hair as he made oral love.

She lifted him up. Somewhat regretfully. She hopped down and knelt in front of him. She unzipped him. It was night out. The office light was on. The whole world was watching them. Watching Tom worship her loins, love her pussy. Watching her revel in his adoration. Helen had found her hedonistic side, but she wasn’t sure yet if she wanted to share it with the world. She went over and turned off the light. Returned. She wriggled out of her panties. She pulled his stiffness out of his pants. Beautiful.

His chair had arms. They should move to one of his other chairs without arms. But her need was too immediate. This would have to do. She scooted up and sat on the arms of his chair, hovering over him. She could feel him poking at her. She reached under and positioned him. Sank just an inch, her favorite move, feeling that gorgeous head as it popped into her. She moved up and down an infinitesimal amount. You almost couldn’t see her moving. But she felt it. Tom felt it. Her sex was drooling on him. Finally, she needed more. She relaxed her thigh muscles and dropped, letting him sink completely in her. By squeezing and contracting her thighs on the chair arms she started raising and lowering herself.

She was using different muscles than she usually used for this type of ride. It felt different. Inside was the same incredible pleasure, but her whole lower body was engaging in a different fashion, and the intensity was different, hitting, sending waves in new ways. She was able to pull Tom almost all the way out. She knew exactly where his lovely head was. It was easy, no fear of losing him. She picked up the pace, starting to seriously fuck him. Tom sat, watching her, enjoying their mutual pleasure.

He reached up, pulling her dress over her head. Then he reached around and undid her bra. She was completely naked except for her heels. She bounced. It was dark out with the city’s lights shining in, giving a dim glow to the office, lighting up Helen’s glistening skin.

Tom was close. But he didn’t want to cum yet. He wanted to make Helen cum first. That usually sent him off anyway. He knew what he wanted. Helen’s favorite. He wanted to take her from behind. She said he felt huge when he did that, filling her completely and hitting places everywhere inside of her. Deep. He would bang into her ass, and hit the top of her inside, his head soft and stimulating places that only this position touched. She usually didn’t last long in this position. But even after cumming once, she wanted him to keep going, and would have continuing spasms and sometimes after just a bit would cum again.

He laid his hands on her hips and asked her to stand. She did. He turned her around and bent her over his desk. He loved this view, her beautiful ass, the cleft, her lips, now big and spread. Her vagina was just a bit open after the previous ride. He pushed against her, feeling her enclose him. He had meant to start slow, but Helen was grunting. She wanted him to hammer her. He started pulling all the way out, his head leaving her, and just for the moment, they were separated. But his cock stayed at the right angle and he could immediately ram back into her, fast, completely, hitting her ass and hitting the places she loved inside. Her growl had now turned to a repeated ‘Oh, oh, oh’. She was there.

Her body collapsed on the desk. Her head lay sideways. She was moaning and ahhing. He could feel her spasming. He knew he would cum soon. He stopped, just held his position deep within her. If she had not already started her orgasm, she would have started pushing back into him, driving for more stimulation. But she was already there. She was pulsing and grabbing him with her pussy. She was in the throes of ecstasy and just having him in her kept her going. Tom held his place, regaining some control.

Helen’s breathing started to return to normal, he reached around and gently lifted her by the shoulders. She was a limp doll. But Tom knew he could give her more and she would get right back to where she had just been. She was in a very elevated hyper stimulated state, and it would take very little to make her cum again. As she became upright but wobbly in Tom’s arms, he turned her. The desk was soaked with the impression of her breasts, torso, and stomach. It was a lovely sight. Tom didn’t plan on washing it away. He would let it dry like that, leaving just a faint impression of this moment.

They were facing the window. Tom walked them forward. He pressed her against the full length window. Her breast touching the cool glass, her nipples feeling the icy stimulation of the air-conditioned clear pane. He was behind her. He grabbed her hips, pulled them back just a bit, tilting her so he could enter. He pushed in. Easily. She was naked against the glass, before the world, in just her heels, her calves accentuated, her butt thrust at him. She was flowing. Everything between her legs was wet. She was dripping everywhere, down her thighs, around to her ass. She was rainforest of moisture, and humid desire.

As Tom pressed into her, their two bodies slid against each other, almost no friction, their sweat and juices lubricating everything. Tom started moving. Helen’s hips moved forward and back. Her body was against the glass. She looked out at the city oblivious. They made love in front of everyone. Invisible except to the most discerning eye. A vision of lust and beauty.

Helen moaned to him, her face flat against the glass, please, I want to feel you cum deep inside me. I want to feel you fill me up and dripping down my thigh. I want to drive home tonight and feel your essence seeping out onto my thighs, warm and thick, and causing waves of pleasure to wash over me from the re-ignited memory of you exploding in me. I’ll put my fingers down and taste our mixed juices, and go to sleep thinking of when you will make me feel like this again. Tom was already close again. That almost put him over. He slowed, but pushed as deep as possible. Helen’s ass cheeks added extra stimulation to his shaft. Squeezing him and extending her vagina into one long tunnel of love for that beautiful cock. Helen was there again. She tried to move her hips faster, but her muscles had again stopped working.

Only her vagina. Spasming, jolting, contracting, contorting around Tom. She was lost to the moment. It was too much for Tom. He erupted. He slammed deeply in and froze the intensity too much. They were frozen except for his pulsing, and her contractions. She knew he was cumming, but she was already in the throes of ecstasy, She didn’t know if it was possible to feel more pleasure than she felt right now, it was infinity times infinity. Only Tom’s shaft between her legs, inside her. Nothing else existed at that moment.

Helen drove home that night doing exactly what she had told Tom. He was oozing out of her. It felt so delicious on her thighs, seeping back to her ass. She brought her hand down and touched herself, sending a pulse of electricity through her. She collected their juice. Brought it up and tasted it, savored it. She squeezed her legs together, her thighs coated and warmly wet and gooey. She had a little spasm. She had a huge smile on her face.

Her mind started wandering. All the things she wanted to do. To Tom. She loved seeing his face when he came. Often she was lost in the throes of passion herself. She wanted to find a way of watching him with undivided attention. She loved sucking him off, but often at the moment of climax she became distracted by him filling her mouth, her focusing on the feel of his stiff penis pulsing and ejaculating all over her tongue. She wanted undivided attention to watch his pleasure. A thought came to her mind. A threesome or rather a two someone with her a third party, participating, but also voyeuristically enjoying the pleasure of the other two. Who? She wasn’t sure. But she had an idea.

Helen thought of Anna. It had been too long since they had connected.

In college, Helen’s best friend and her roommate for their junior year had been Anna. They had known each other since Helen’s freshman year. Anna was a year older, and after Helen’s junior year, Anna had graduated. They had kept in touch and had even taken a couple of trips and a vacation together. But when Helen had gotten married, they had no longer kept up with each other. For a few years they had exchanged Christmas cards, but then one year Helen’s Christmas card had been returned, address unknown. A few years later Helen had located Anna again through alumni connections. But initially she hadn’t reached out. At that point her life was quite distracting and not always fun.

As much as she would have appreciated opening up to a good friend, she wasn’t sure Anna still felt the same way. She hadn’t let Helen know she was moving, and it seemed like her life had undergone some course corrections. Finally though a couple of years after the divorce were done and over with, she had emailed Anna at the address listed on the alumni connections website. Anna had replied back enthusiastically and they had even talked on the phone a few times. They started up exchanging Christmas cards again, but now hadn’t spoken in about six months.

Anna had been Helen’s freshman year advisor. An upper classman/woman who volunteered was given three or four freshman to help mentor and navigate the first year of college. Initially Anna had been just that, a worldly advisor who helped Helen find herself academically and socially. Anna always seemed to have it together. She had boys trailing after her, and never held on to one too long. After freshman year, they had become friends. Good friends. Helen loved vicariously living through Anna. She herself didn’t have the forthrightness to pull off what Anna did, but she loved trailing in her wake.

Anna was just fun. In school she never took anything too seriously, including boys. She loved the attention, and loved the bedroom, but no man had ever been able to keep her for too long. While Helen had a number of serious boyfriends, Anna seemed on a continual migration through the male population. She didn’t exactly sleep around. But once she made up her mind, there was no hesitation about getting naked. Helen had asked her once about that. Anna had quipped initially that she just liked trying new things, and that included cocks. But she then became a bit more serious and said she hadn’t found anyone who she really connected with, and given that, why settle.

Sex was important to her, and she said she preferred to figure that out up front, rather than wait a month or two and be disappointed. Helen asked if maybe Anna had it backward. Anna laughed. Come on, sex is great, why wait on that. It’s the connections on the other levels that matter over the long term, but that part is hard to figure out without putting in the time. So I evaluate the easy part up front. Helen paused. She had not expected as lucid an answer out of her friend as she had gotten. She couldn’t follow it herself. But Anna had obviously thought about this, and determined that this approach worked for her.

It seemed that Anna was definitely sampling from the buffet, but as time went on Helen realized it wasn’t indiscriminate tasting, Anna was looking for something. Helen just wasn’t sure what it was, and she slowly came to realize that maybe Anna wasn’t sure either.

Helen had even dated one of Anna’s exes. He had been Helen’s second lover, and was much more experienced than her first. He had showed her how much fun sex could be, and one time had confided that it was Anna who had mentored him in that area. He had even had a threesome with Anna. He had gently inquired whether Helen would be interested in anything like that. Helen had blushed and said she was still working on figuring out relationships where just one person was involved. She hadn’t thought much more about it. Just learning about men, and having men learn about her had been enough to more than occupy her thoughts. After Anna graduated, they had kept in touch and seen each other a couple of times.

When Helen had graduated they had even vacationed for a week together in Europe. Anna had gone the previous year and knew a bunch of places she wanted to revisit and show to Helen. A few nights Anna had spent the evening with someone. Helen had met one boy also traveling after graduating. They had kissed, but it hadn’t gone farther than that. The boy had wanted to, but Helen just couldn’t get there. She had gotten aroused, and she knew that was part of what a post-graduation trip to Europe was all about – a careless fling or flings right before jumping off the deep end into your career. But her conservative upbringing kept playing its heavy hand.

On their last night before flying back, Helen had revisited with Anna their earlier conversations about relationships, men, sex, and finding a path.

They went through two bottles of wine. The conversation went everywhere. Helen told Anna about her second boyfriend and how much his experience and non-pressured approach had helped open up her own world. She told Anna that this boyfriend had really liked Anna, and he attributed his own gentle and knowing hand with Helen to his experiences with Anna. Helen started asking Anna about her own initial experiences, and how she had learned about sex and how she had arrived at her open minded approach.

Anna told Helen about how she had discovered her own body at an early age. She enjoyed the touch of her own hand, and caressing herself. She would play with herself in bed, and eventually expanded her playground, playing in the shower, and then the bath. She had loved directing a stream of warm water against her clit and moving the pressure around.

Helen was amazed. She herself had never been that exploratory. The thought of pulsing water hitting her, started getting her wet. She almost wanted to go try it right then. Anna continued, explaining that boys had loved playing with her growing breasts, and she had loved when someone squeezed them.

But it hadn’t been until high school and the gymnastics team where she had really exploded. One night on a rare overnight trip to regional qualifiers, her designated roommate, Nina, had made a pass at her, sitting on her bed and moving ever so slowly. Touching an arm, then her cheek. Her breast. A nipple. As her partner for the night lowered her lips to Anna’s breast and nipple, her hand moved under the covers and caressed her panties.

Anna was obviously getting into her story. There was the slightest flush to her, and Helen could see her nipples through her t-shirt. No bra. Anna looked at Helen. She said it felt great. Anna’s hand reached up to her own breast, right in front of Helen. Anna continued her story, saying no one had ever gone this slowly. Her past boys were always rushed, more motivated by their own mental and physical stimulation. But her roommate was getting off as much on getting Anna off as anything. Anna tweaked her own nipple. Helen’s mouth dropped open. Just a little, but she could feel herself getting aroused.

Anna was a bit shorter than Helen. But she was incredibly attractive, with dyed blonde hair, and perfect curves. And her personality was electric. Helen had always admired Anna. Her way with people, and her beauty. Yes she was definitely attractive. Helen had thought about that before. How she wanted Anna’s curves and her slightly bigger breasts.

When they were roommates, Helen had seen Anna naked many times. Anna loved being naked. Helen initially had been a little discomforted by it. But when she had seen that it was just Anna’s way she had gotten over it. She didn’t do it all the time. But after a shower, or after exercise on a Saturday morning, she would sometimes stretch in the living room totally naked. Sometimes she was completely shaved and sometimes she had just a little diamond or a triangle. But her loins, her lips were always bare.

One time she explained that it felt better during oral sex, and especially during hot and heavy penetration. She had even gotten a couple of boyfriends to shave, and she said it felt incredible, the wetness and skin slithering and sliding and each other’s body heat being exchanged completely. Helen had blushed. Anna had winked and said you should try it.

As Anna continued her story, she was massaging her nipple. Her other hand was on her thigh. She only had on panties and a t-shirt. Both nipples were erect. Helen could see their color through the thin t-shirt. Anna’s other hand slowly brushed up and down her thigh, caressing with the flat of the hand and every once in a while grazing her fingernails up her inner thigh.

She closed her eyes and continued her story. Her gymnastics roommate stroked Anna’s panties. Anna had never thought about being with a woman, but she was not closed to it at all. She liked that Nina was attracted to her, and she especially loved the pleasure and how aroused she was specifically because it was something new and different.

Anna said she had gotten very wet, and was sure that her roommate could feel her wetness through her panties. She didn’t look down but she knew she was soaked. Nina then slowly pulled Anna’s panties to the side. One finger delicately touched her heat and began a slow stoke. She lowered her mouth to Anna’s cloth covered breast, and dampened her t-shirt. Anna had since learned to really appreciate the direct contact of a partner’s mouth and tongue on her areola and nipple. But at that moment with her mind reveling in what was happening, the damp t-shirt and her roommates sucking through it brought a coarse sense of friction and that along with the touch between her legs was getting her more aroused than she had ever been.

Anna said she had gotten quite good at self-pleasure, and was much better at getting herself off than any of the boys she had played with so far. But this was exquisite. The newness of the experience, the obvious thrill Nina was getting, and just the technique and finesse were overwhelming her. Anna, as she was telling Helen this, took her free hand and moved it up her thigh to her panties. She moved her panties aside and began stroking herself. Later Helen realized Anna did this on purpose. She could have reached down her panties and touched herself, keeping herself covered, but she wanted to show herself to Helen, to show her lips wet, and her clit at attention. Anna’s hand moved up and down, mirroring the stroking she was receiving in her story.

Anna continued. She let out a moan and gave Nina look of obvious desire. That appeared to be what Nina was waiting for, tacit acceptance of what she wanted to do to Anna. Nina moved closer, she kissed Anna’s neck, then her ear, and then kissed Anna on the lips. Tongue. It was incredible. The best kiss Anna had experienced. Soft, yet hard, pliable, delicate yet with wet force. Anna was lost, and there was no hesitation or thoughts of hesitation. Nina read this. She moved down. She put her hand between Anna’s breasts and pushed her horizontal on the bed.

Nina then removed Anna’s panties. She held them up and put a little bit in her mouth. And sucked on Anna’s drippings. Then she took that delicious tongue and moved down to Anna’s exposed sex. Anna could probably have cum right then from the arousal. Nina’s tongue touched the outside of her lips, now big and full. Nina worshiped Anna’s loins. Initially ever so slowly licking only on the outside, going up one side, above the clit, and then down the other. Anna had never felt anything so incredible.

Later she would have many experienced oral lovers, but this first time, it was completely new to her. She would come to learn how good penetration could be, the connection of a cock deep in her, stimulating all of her insides. But oral remained one of her favorites, the feeling of a lover’s fingers and tongue keeping her sexually high for incredible periods of time. And this is where it had begun. This was the most incredible feeling of sexual arousal she had ever experienced.

All this time Anna had been stroking herself in front of Helen. She had inserted one finger then two inside. And started slowly fucking herself. She stopped her story and looked over at Helen. She said, Helen, I can see you are wet; you are soaking yourself just like I did with Nina. Please touch yourself. Show me your beautiful lips. I want to see you feeling what I feel right now. Anna rolled her head back and closed her eyes, savoring her own pleasure, but also letting Helen choose without scrutiny or pressure.

Helen reached down, into her panties. Her touch made her tremble and a wave of fluid sexual joy washed over her. She stroked herself like Anna was doing. Wetness was everywhere. It lubricated her thighs, her lips, and her clit. She could feel her wetness seeping down between her cheeks, warm and slippery.

Anna opened her eyes. They were a bit glazed. Helen thought maybe Anna had cum, but she had been distracted by her own pleasure to notice. Anna continued telling her story. Her new lover Nina brought her off more than once, getting her to peak and then backing off just a little and then renewing her oral adoration before Anna had fallen back to earth. Anna didn’t know how much time passed. At some point Nina stood up and completely disrobed. She was tall and lithe and had ropey muscles.

She lay back on the bed next to Anna and took Anna’s hand and placed in between her own thighs. Anna loved feeling the warmth and wetness. She had lots of experience playing with herself, but as she would learn every woman is different. In contour, shape, and reaction. She gently played with Nina as Nina had done with her. She wanted to please Nina fully as she had done for Anna; she could not stop herself. She knelt before Nina and slowly started licking. Nina moaned her appreciation. She put her hands on Anna’s head and directed her and occasionally added requests, like harder, softer, or faster, slower.

Nina was already very worked up; Anna guessed that Nina had been thinking about seducing her for more than just the past few minutes. All the woman showered together and there always was a lot of talk about sex and guys. She was titillated that Nina found her alluring and desirable. She knew boys did, but having a woman want you just added spice to Anna’s sexual yearnings and fantasies. Anna increased the pace of her licking and stroking as she felt Nina getting close.

Nina’s stomach and thigh muscles were tensed and Anna knew she was close. She then added her hand back in, all the while still licking. On her own body, she loved swirling her fingers around inside herself and twisting, feeling her fingers rotate around her opening and hitting the area at the front of her vagina.

With Nina she kept licking, but also entered two fingers. Nina was clenching and gently spasming. As Anna’s fingers slowly fucked Nina, Nina’s vagina started contracting strongly. She lifted her legs and started rocking, meeting the thrusts of Anna’s fingers. She let out a raspy breath and started saying ‘Yes, yes, yes, oh please, yes’.

Anna was sure Nina was cumming. Nina’s thighs came together around Anna as she continued to lick ever so softly, but her fingers curled and pressed inside of Nina. Nina started shaking. This was new to Anna. When she herself came she rocked and definitely spasmed, but watching and feeling Nina’s muscles tremor and her body and legs shake were an incredible turn on. Nina finally went taut, arching her back and pushing herself hard at Anna. A small cry or squeak came out. Nina stayed arched as though holding the finish of a gymnastic routine.

Finally she collapsed back down. Her breathing was ragged, and she didn’t move for a bit. But finally she looked up and smiled at Anna. ‘Oh my, that was delicious. Maybe we could take a nap and do that again?’ Anna smiled and said yes she would like that. Anna explained that Nina and she got together a number of times, and Nina opened Anna up to the pleasure of toys. Nina liked sex, and had been with boys, but she mainly enjoyed girls. Anna noted that Nina’s induction of Anna into the world of Sapphic love had a marked impact on Anna. She did enjoy men, but she came to realize that she would always want to have a woman in her life.

Anna moved closer to Helen. She held out her own wet fingers and offered them to Helen. Helen licked and sucked, tasting Anna. That was enough for Anna. She moved between Helen’s legs and pulled down her panties. And proceeded to give her the best oral sex she had ever had. Not until her UK lover, would Helen feel like this again. Even Anna’s former playmate, Helen’s second boyfriend, hadn’t given her an experience like this. Time and space disappeared as her body was rocked over and over again.

She felt such love and trust for Anna, and once she had orgasmed once she completely relaxed and let Anna take her places her body had never been. At one point, her thighs started trembling from the extended exertion and the stimulation her body had been having. She no longer had control over most of her muscles. Anna would lick and graze her fingernails down Helen’s ribcage and along her thighs, up the back of her calves and the back of her knees. Each touch, each sensation was sexual and set off tremors of pleasure. Places that she hadn’t conceived of being erogenous brought her back to the brink. She was glistening with sweat.

She loved the feel of Anna’s body sliding over hers. Anna’s nipples causing little lines of delight over her stomach and breasts. Helen finally fell asleep from exhaustion, but in the early morning she woke before Anna and returned her friends oral love. She had never tasted a woman, and just as Anna had described, each woman is different. Helen loved playing with Anna’s nipples, her beautiful breasts. And licking and tasting in that beautiful place between Anna’s thighs. Finally they just lay for a bit, before needing to get up and shower and pack to return to reality and the future.

Helen kept up with Anna for a number of years, and she often sought out her friend on topics related to sex. But they never repeated that exquisite evening. Anna was not strictly a lesbian, but though she sought the companionship and intimacy of men, she only had long term relationships with women.

Helen had only reconnected with Anna over the past couple of years since the divorce. She had found Anna through the alumni newsletter, which mentioned Anna’s company and an email address. It was a company Anna had started and it was doing quite well. After school Anna had jumped into advertising with a large firm on the East Coast, but never had quite found a fit. She moved to the West Coast and things immediately took a turn for the better; her career, her personal life, life in general.

Initially she had been in San Francisco, but about five years ago she had moved up to Seattle and started her own firm focusing on fashion and advertising for fashion. Helen had emailed her and since reconnecting, every few months they would talk on the phone for hours. Long conversations talking about work, career, relationships and life. Anna had never married, but currently had a partner. Anna observed to Helen that she really thought of herself as bi-sexual, but had found that women made better long-term relationship partners for her than men. She and her partner had an open relationship, though, and they were quite honest with each other and even shared partners, male and female.

Her career offered lots of interesting connections, mostly business, but sometimes more. From the pictures on the Christmas cards, Anna still seemed like the same old Anna, incredibly attractive, still very fit, and bursting with that electric smile and personality. It was obvious from talking to her and seeing the pictures of her that she could still attract the attention of anyone who interested her.

It had been more than half a year since they had talked. But Anna was on Helen’s mind a lot recently. Helen’s relationship with Tom was going great. She tried not to think too seriously about it. She so enjoyed being with Tom, she was a bit afraid to think about anything long-term or serious (or at least more serious than it already was) for fear of jinxing it. Her sexuality had reawakened, and it was stronger than ever. She had a boyfriend who was her intellectual equal but who often relied on her in matters of wisdom and life advice, which she loved and adored him for. They complimented each other, and in some small way they were each helping the other grow and attain better balance; with respect to work and life, with relationships, with just enjoying and savoring life.

She loved their conversations over dinner, and then how they couldn’t keep their hands off each other after dinner. She had revisited the fantasy of a threesome more than once, and each time it aroused her and took a stronger hold in her imagination. She wanted to watch Tom get lost in the consuming lust of two women who sexually devoured him. She didn’t want to lose Tom or scare him, but she thought this was something that he might be open to. What man didn’t get off on the thought of two women making love to a man and to each other?

And she thought Anna might be able to help with this fantasy.

Helen actually had had one experience with a threesome. After her UK Adonis returned home, and she later found out he was engaged, she went on a solo vacation to northwest California. Ten days to escape thoughts and recriminations in her head. Sonoma, Napa, San Francisco, and two days down in Monterey. She spent the final days of her escape back in San Francisco. On her second to last night she had had a nice quite meal in the restaurant associated with but separate from the hotel. It was a lovely upscale Asian seafood place.

A couple was sitting next to her and kept glancing over at her. They were a bit older. She was in her late twenties at the time and they were probably in their late thirties, but were very fit and attractive in that San Francisco sort of way – leather and lean fashion. During dessert, they had asked if she would like to join them for coffee. Coffee this late normally kept her up, but she didn’t want to be rude, and after a quiet evening relaxing and savoring her last week of travel, it was nice to just connect and chat. They talked for quite a while and when the waiter offered to refill her coffee, she was going to decline explaining the coffee would keep her up half the night.

The couple smiled and the woman said, ‘we were hoping maybe we could convince you to stay up for a while’. Helen smiled back, having no idea what was being implied. The woman, Marielle, explained that she and her husband were flying out tomorrow, but had wanted to cap off their stay in San Francisco with a wild night of passion, and they hoped maybe Helen might join them. Helen was stunned. It probably showed. But she didn’t leave, she wasn’t offended. Just completely taken off guard. She instantly thought of Anna. Marielle was tall and slender. Not openly muscular, but attractive in a minimalist sort of way.

An image of Marielle between Helen’s thighs flitted across Helen’s imagination. This was way beyond recent experience, but she knew deep inside that it excited her. Just as Anna had long ago said, she was turned on realizing that these two attractive people found her attractive and wanted her. She turned and called the waiter back and said yes she would have that second cup of coffee. Marielle smiled at her and reached out and caressed the back of Helen’s hand.

It hadn’t been the best sex ever, but it had been very good. And again, the newness of the experience provided half of the arousal. The husband, Jess, was barely average in size, and was relatively quick to climax. But having the two of them dote on her had been more than enough to get her off a few times. At one point Marielle had been between her legs, and Jess had taken off his used condom and Helen had taken him in her mouth. He had not gotten hard again, but she loved the taste of him. His seed and the softness of his pliable cock. She had to take him out of her mouth and use her hand when Marielle had started to bring her off again. She was worried she might hurt Jess if she orgasmed with him in her mouth.

The sight of her cumming got Jess hard again in her hand. He got behind his wife and entered her as she climbed up and kissed Helen and caressed her breasts. After a few minutes, Marielle started cumming from her husband’s thrusts, and her connection with Helen. Helen loved watching the ecstasy play across Marielle’s face as she came. They had all fallen asleep on the bed, and then had breakfast together. They then had to leave. Helen finally returned to her room and slept half the day away, wet the entire time.

Helen made up her mind. She would talk with Anna first, and if Anna was game, they would ambush Tom.