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LOST AND FOUNDLOST AND FOUNDThis is a TRUE story…..well 90% of it is, I just can’t remember the other 10%. The names and places HAVE NOT been changed to protect anyone. In 1991, while in my pool, with my 18 year old step-niece, (my wife’s sister’s daughter), after she had caught me by surprise and French kissed me in the morning as I was getting dressed, I found myself staring at her skimpy and ragged bikini top that was not able to hide her ample tits very well. We stood there, facing each other with the water up to our waists, and I could see that the sides of her top were gaping away from her tits. With her kiss in mind, very boldly, I reached over slipped my hand inside the top and cupped her very full, firm tit. She didn’t move, just took a deep breath, and I said, “Trish, (that was her nickname for Patricia) you need a new bikini.” “Yes, I do” she replied as she untied the string behind her neck and let the top just fall off into the water. That was certainly a lot bolder than I expected.Wow, did she have a pair of luscious tits. I was mesmerized. I was just staring at them, appreciating the firmness, the symmetry, the small dark brown nipples, and the little bumps surrounding her areola, and wanting to suck the hell out of them, when she said, “Aren’t you going to suck them?” I was floored. I thought this girl was a very prim and proper young lady. The kiss should have clued me in.I reached up and fondled each of those beautiful globes in each hand and said very quietly, “I sure am!”I bent down to lick each stiff nipple, and gently sucked each one. Getting no resistance, I reached down through the clear water and slipped my hand into the front of her bottoms, feeling the sparse patch of hair on her pussy, and I slipped one finger along the slit and entered her little pussy. She gasped, and reached over and grabbed my hard cock through my swim suit. I kissed her as she pushed her entire body against mine and she swallowed me whole, her mouth, tongue and lips, virtually devouring me. I don’t remember how long we stayed in the pool, but I do remember kissing and fondling a lot and somewhere in between we lost both of our swim suits. Later in the evening, sitting on the couch, as she undid her pony tail of her long deep brunette hair, I removed her white panties and ate her pussy, as she had orgasm after orgasm, sucked those delicious tits, and with a little direction, she sucked my circumcised cock, until I came. We fucked like teenagers (well, she actually was) and we showered, went to bed, and we 69’d one more time. During the entire evening neither she nor I made any comments other than the ‘oohs and aahs’, and just did what came naturally to the both of us, me much more than her. I assumed she wasn’t very sexually experienced so I was being very careful to be gentle and go ever so slow.The next morning while she was still asleep, sprawled naked in my bed, with one more glance that is burned into the memory banks, I left on a business trip. Could not get the previous evening out of my mind. I imagined every scenario possible to expand and continue this sexcapade when I returned. Sadly, it was not to be. We never spoke of that night again, and shortly thereafter, she left for college. We had not seen each other or spoken since. A sexual experience lost to time.Fast forward 20 years, and I’m waiting in mid-afternoon on a Thursday for the Executive Director of this very prestigious firm in my old city to sign the contract my company had negotiated for consulting services. My name is called, and I look up from the magazine I’m thumbing through, and my mouth drops open. It can’t be! Just the instant sight of her makes my dick twitch. She holds out her hand and says, “Wow, David, it’s been a long time, how are you?” I am dumbfounded. Standing before me is a magnificent, beautiful, sexy, mature woman, who has the face of an angel, and the sultry looks of a model out of Penthouse. She is wearing a navy blue suit that clings to her every curve with a white camisole under it, and a white scarf around her neck, under her long cascading deep brunette hair that falls just past her shoulders. She has high heels on, but I couldn’t describe anything beyond what I was able to see at that moment. I stammered, “Patricia …Trish, is that really you?” I figured with my quick brain, that she was probably 39 or 40 years old now. She looked like she still had a figure like a 25 year old, but with a tiny bit of weight added over the years and a whole lot of maturity.After hugs, she invites me to her office. Asking me to sit down in front of her desk, and she said in a very business like manner, “Let’s get this out of the way before we start to reminisce, OK?”“Sure” I said, still shaken from her appearance. “Do you have any questions about the contract?” I quietly stammered. I was almost speechless, never anticipating to be sitting in front of my recurring ‘fantasy’ woman in my life.“No”. she replied,” I’ve read it thoroughly, made copies, and it’s quite acceptable” as she signs it and hands it to me. I put it into my briefcase, snap it shut and was about to speak when she says, “So, how about dinner tonight? I had no idea you were still living here.”“Well Patricia, (I called her by her more professional name), I don’t live here. I live in San Francisco.” I replied.“Oh? Then you’re staying at a hotel?” she queried quite surprised“Yes, the Regency.” I said“Have you checked in yet? Well, don’t even think about it, you’ll stay at my place.” “Oh I couldn’t impose, and besides, I don’t want to have to explain things to your family.” Just then, I looked down at her hand, and there was a wedding ring.“There is no family to impose on. I’ll explain it all at dinner, OK?” Once again, lost for words, I said “Oh, Are you sure?” “Trust me” she said and we both chuckled at the age old axiom. She asked me to wait in her office and she would take care of the contract, and we could leave. I had my back to the door to her office so I couldn’t follow her exit. As I looked around at her office it was apparent that there were no personal items of hers s**ttered in the office. I thought that was strange, as most executives like to make the office “their own”. Perhaps she just used it for our meeting, I reasoned. We rode the elevator down from her office among a few other people that inhibited our ability to have conversation, but every male gave her an immediate physical appraisal, no doubt undressing her in their minds. As I looked at her with a continuous appraisal of my own l, I realized that the then 18 year old had become one hell of a sexy woman or a MILF or maybe a cougar, as I’ve heard it described. She carried herself with an attitude of absolute confidence in what she wore, what she smelled like, and the impression she left on others. We strode to her car in the parking garage, and again, I was stunned. She opened the door to a white, Mercedes convertible. “Not bad” I stated. “Well, I’ve done pretty well for myself, since the divorce.”“Oh,” I said, “yours or mine?” I queried, trying to exhibit some levity. “Mine actually, but I knew of yours, with all the family get to-gethers’ over the years. I was sad over yours because I always thought you and my Aunt were a very stable couple. If I remember correctly, she told me you were the best sex partner she ever had. As a matter of fact, I just saw her about a year ago. She hasn’t re-married and buries herself in her work. Did you know she bought a franchise of a photography studio?”I did not, and wasn’t in the mood to chit-chat about my ex-family, so I said, “Trish, can we talk about something else?”“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. Sure, where would you like to go for dinner?” she continued.“Well Trish, apparently this is your city now, I’m not familiar with anything here anymore.” I stated.“I moved after the divorce, about 18 years ago. I had to get on with my life, and it was impossible living with all those memories at my doorstep, so I moved to San Francisco.”“Wow, I didn’t know that.” she exclaimed, “I have the perfect place for dinner, OK?”“Sweetie, you’re driving, I am at your mercy, whatever you want.” I replied.“Great. It’s just a few minutes from here. Do you still like steak? I remember you grilling out on the patio very often, after those wonderful times in your pool. I don’t think your grill ever had a chance to cool down (she chuckled) just like the water in the pool.”“Oh, so you remember those days, do you? They were a lot of fun, up to a point.” I said, somewhat quietly.“You don’t want to talk about those days either do you?” she replied.“Not really”, I replied, “But tell me all about you. You have certainly grown up, become quite beautiful since you were a teenager living with us, and apparently have secured your future quite well. I’m really impressed with the company you work for, and the offices are beautiful.” I said matter-of-factly.“Over dinner”, as she pulled into a country club drive, stopped at the entrance, both doors were opened by young attendants. Her side said, “Good evening Mrs. Putnam” and held his hand for her to get out of the car. My side, said, “Good evening Sir” I thought to myself ‘well, I’m just about as good as chopped liver’. She walked in front of me by a half step, and I was able to get a good look at her from a little behind her. She really was elegant. She had a tight, well proportioned frame, with a fantastic ass, just as I remembered her. The hem line of her suit was just where the fashion dictates, a few inches above the knee. Her legs and lower thighs were just a little short of phenomenal and her stride was that of a perfect lady. The maître-d looked up, and said, “Why Mrs. Putnam, you look ravishing, may I show you to your regular table?” With a quick wave of her hand she said, “Ralph, you say that to all the women.” We walked, well I did, she glided, to the table by the window, and the chair was held for her. Without a word, a waiter appeared, showed her a bottle of wine, and she said, “That will be fine Francois”. Now I was really impressed. She was a regular at this very 5 star Country Club. As the wine was poured, she started talking. I learned all about those many years between then and now. Politely, I asked the right questions to steer the conversation away from me and my past. All the while she found several reasons to emphasize a comment and insisted on holding hands, and occasionally kissing my fingers. I felt like it was my first date as a teenager. She was fascinating!Then, without any preamble, she said, her voice a little lowered, “You know I’ve never forgotten that night of sex we had. It’s been burned in my memory and has almost been a yardstick to measure the performance of the men I’ve been with over the years. The closest any man came to measuring up, was my husband, but he was in-adequate in everything else. We had rough times, but the sex was pretty good. The divorce was in the cards from the beginning, but we lasted for 9 years. Before you ask, no, we had no c***dren, and I live alone and have for the last 5 or 6 years, and I wear the ring to ward off unwanted advances. OK, yes, that’s another story all by itself, but we’ll talk about that later, and,” she added, “you’re just as handsome as I remembered. OK?” I said, “Thank you Madame”, and shut up.The food was a gastronomical delight. As the young evening progressed, our conversation continued to enthrall both of us. Some time earlier, we had both removed our jackets indicating that we were going to be there for awhile. When she removed hers, it was quite obvious that her tits were still able to hold your attention. Her black lace bra was clearly evident under her almost see-thru sheer white camisole. “David, my eyes are up here!” she exclaimed.I let out a laugh and said, “Boy, some things never go out of style, they just get better.” It was close to 9 and we had been there for the better part of 3 hours.“OK, that’s it, time to go!” she stated bluntly after glancing at her watch.“Trish, I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m sorry.” I said feebly.“No, you didn’t offend me it’s just time to stop talking, OK?”She had reached into her handbag and withdrew a lipstick tube, and proceeded to apply the ‘reddest’ ofRed to her beautiful mouth. Memories flooded my senses.She had already signed the check, and we were on the way to the car. I was sure I had said something quite offensive to her but I couldn’t for the life of me imagine what it was. As we stood side by side at the curb waiting for the car to be delivered, without saying anything, she turned to face me, and said, “Would you please kiss me now?”I turned toward her, held her face in both hands, and kissed her ever so lightly on her lips. She tasted like strawberry and vanilla mixed together, it was delicious. She said, “Could I have a real kiss? I’m not your Mother!”I leaned back in, and gave her a kiss that was meant for lovers, that we were not. Her lips responded to mine, open mouthed, tongues dancing in exploration, with deep passion. I could taste the wine on her tongue. I hadn’t had a kiss like that in many years. All the time her fragrance permeated our union. I’m not sure whether it was her luxurious hair, her perfume, or just her normal scent, but it was intoxicating.As we broke the kiss, she caught her breath and said, “Now that’s the kiss I remember.” There’s something about a kiss that just breaks down any barriers and excites just raw passion.I said, “Me too.” She giggled and went into her bag and retrieved a Kleenex and proceeded to wipe the lipstick from all around my mouth, and she reapplied hers. As we drove, we sat in silence. I was still tasting that wonderful kiss. The depth of my mind was once again replaying that encounter long ago, never forgotten, maybe found. I noticed that her skirt had ridden up her thighs and the tops of her stockings were very visible. So was the garter belt clips holding them up. Then I knew that this was a woman most men would die for. She was beautiful. bursa escort Long, luxurious silken hair, certainly a great body, long sexy legs, with excellent taste in everything she does. She reminded me of what men thought of when they used the term MILF. Reality stormed in like a hurricane. I was still 12 years older than her. My mind flashed back to that one night we had together and I replayed every single thing we did to each other, as best as I could recall, and my ‘under control’ cock started to rise to the occasion. ‘Oh Oh, I thought, watch it, she’s not 18 anymore, and not naïve either. It would not be wise to ruin a beautiful evening now.’ We pulled up a driveway to this very lovely single family home in a very conservative neighborhood. “This is home” she said, “I hope you like it.” We went in through the side door into a gourmet kitchen. Wow, this could have come out of Architectural Digest. “Very nice”, I said,” very nice indeed”. “I always wanted a home that looked like a boudoir, and my ex wanted the little white picket fence. So, I got what I wanted after the divorce, the house, the car, and enough money to do this. It was about then that my life started to change. My job took on a whole new dimension, as I explained at dinner, and now I’m an equity partner in the company. Needless to say, I’m so busy, that I rarely have personal time. The country club is a company membership so that I can wine and dine our clients.”“Do any clients say ‘No’ to you?” I said with a big smile. “C’mon, I’m not sleeping with them if that’s what you mean”, she stated very emphatically.“But I’ll bet every one of them wants to.” I replied.She stopped, turned around facing me, slipped out of her jacket and placed it over the back of a chair, lifted her camisole over her head, unzipped the back of her skirt, let it drop to the floor, stepped out of it and said, “OK, do you? Cause’ we’re going to finish what we started a long time ago.” I was speechless once again. She stood there with this magnificent head of hair laying on her shoulders, bright red lipstick, in a black lace bra that was holding a pair of tits that were just begging to be fondled, sucked and played with, with a black garter belt holding up her black hose, and no panties. NO PANTIES! Her body was lean, solid with all the right curves, and a great tan. That little sparse patch of pussy hair that I remembered was now a full dark bush, trimmed to perfection. OH MY GOD! I know I have died and gone to heaven again. Still speechless, she watched my eyes taking in this sight from top to bottom. A full minute must have passed, then she said, “Well apparently you approve. A little different than I was back then don’t you think?”“Just a little” I said, almost under my breath, completely mesmerized and burning the scene into the memory banks of my mind. She was incredibly hot!She reached out for my hand, with her other hand she traced my jaw line in a caressing manner turned and I eagerly let her lead me to wherever she wanted to. She had her back to me as she led me through the house, with her heels clicking on the wood floor, and I watched her hips sway from side to side in that womanly manner with each step and I felt my cock ready to burst out of my pants. There is nothing, absolutely nothing in this world, more sexy, sensuous, heart beating, creating shortness of breath, a racing heart, and a stiff cock that could raise a corpse from the dead, than watching a pair of elegant legs in black hose, held up by garters, with ass cheeks bare, and a smooth curved back with cascading hair over the shoulders to make any man a feeble, out of control, helpless, longing, fumbling adolescent in heat. I have no idea what any other part of the house looked like because I couldn’t stop watching and hearing her walk. As she walked, it seemed like an hour, but was only mere seconds, she left a scent immediately after her. It had all of my senses piqued beyond anything I can ever recall. If that’s what lust smells like, I’d like to have gallons of it.We were in a bedroom. Pure elegance! A huge 4 poster bed, surrounded by the things that came out of House Beautiful. She turned at the foot of the bed, let go of my hand, and said, “Can I take your clothes off?” Before I could utter a word, she had unbuttoned my shirt, peeled it off my shoulders and was working on my belt buckle, and then just gave up, and unzipped my pants and reached in to get my cock. “Oh yeah, I remember how hard you were, I love it!”With my 51/2” cock hard as a crow bar, she sat on the edge of the bed, bent over and engulfed my cock in her mouth. As she was bent over, I reached up and unsnapped her bra and it fell to the floor. She was gently licking up and down my shaft, deliberately rolling her tongue over and kissing the head, ever so delicately and sucking intermittingly. The feeling of her hot mouth, her swirling tongue and her sucking was beyond any description I could make. I reached down to fondle her fabulous tits. They were still very firm, but soft, and felt like heaven and I tweaked her nipples that were like stiff pencils. Her nipples felt like they were two inches long as I tweaked them between my thumb and forefinger. I have no idea what size her tits are, but they’re a shade more than fabulous. I was stroking her hair and fondling her tits and said, “Trish, you are a gorgeous woman! Oh God, you feel so good!” She stopped, catching her breath, looked up at me, and said in the softest, sexiest voice “You taught me a lot of what I know about sex, don’t you know that?” Once again, stunned, I said, “C’mon, you’ve got to be k**ding me.”She sat back on the bed, regaining her composure, holding my stiff cock in her hand, and said, “No I’m not k**ding and before we go any further, I want to tell you what you did for me. OK? Sit down over here.” as she patted the space next to her on the end of the bed.I dropped my pants to the floor, kicked off my shoes and socks, slipped off my jockey shorts, and reluctantly sat down, with a stiff cock that she had to let go of, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her magnificent tits. As I said, they had the symmetry of a grown woman, but still very firm and her nipples were unbelievable, distended, surrounded by large, light brown areolas, with little bumps surrounding the nipple. I remembered them as being small little pink buds. Amazing what growing up does for you. “That night, so long ago, has burned itself into my memory” she began. “I don’t think I will ever forget any single moment. From the minute you slid your hand into my bikini top and cupped my breast and tweaked my little nipple, and slipped your hand into my pussy, I thought I would die. I’m surprised I didn’t cum then and there. But then, I had never had an orgasm until that night. Then brazen little me, I undid my top and let you suck on both nipples. Oh my God, I couldn’t describe the sensations going through me. Later, on the couch, as you lifted off my T shirt, and removed my panties, for the first time I saw your stiff cock. Boy, did I want to play and suck that. I wasn’t sure what to do, having never done anything like that before, but I arched my back over to kiss you and we devoured each other while your hand was playing with my pussy. It wasn’t anything like when I masturbated and got myself off. When you stuck your finger in me, I know I must have been in another planet. Boy, could you kiss, just like this evening. I wanted to suck your tongue right out of your mouth. Then you scooted me around, spread my legs wide open, lowered your head to my pussy and licked and sucked, I thought I was going to pass out. Now, I’d had sex, or so I thought, with one of the boys at school, but he knew little more than I did. He stuck it in, back and forth a few times pulled out, and that was it. As you devoured me, I was getting hotter and hotter. I didn’t say a word, so I wouldn’t spoil anything. I didn’t want it to end.” As she continued with her description, I was stroking her hair down her back, laying on her shoulders, caressing her tits, reaching down and kissing her shoulder, raining little kisses on her cheek and the rise of her breasts on her chest. I was so filled with admiration, love and passion for this woman, I was lost in her words.“Just like this minute, all the time you were playing with my tits, cupping them, fondling them and teasing the nipples all while you had your face and tongue buried between my legs. Then you put both hands under my rear end and brought me up to your face and I grabbed your head when you sucked my clit and I know I was on the verge of passing out. What delirium you caused. My orgasm was so strong that I had no idea of the overwhelming sensations you caused. When you let up, I was a limp rag doll. You let us both catch our breath for a few minutes and then you told me to stand up. On shaky legs, I did, and you turned me around facing you as you sat on the end of the couch with that wonderful stiff cock pointing up and told me to straddle you. I maneuvered on to your lap, and felt your hard cock on my inside thighs and couldn’t wait for you to put it in me. But you didn’t. You held your cock and just moved the tip of it back and forth across my pussy lips, and then you found my clit. I remember telling you, ‘c’mon, put it in me now!’ You just kissed me.“Not yet” you said to me. “I want to suck up your juices, you taste so good”. Well, what was I to do? I had no idea what came next. The next thing I remember I was laying on the floor with my legs up on your shoulders and you saying ‘are you ready?’ Boy, was I ever ready. I shook my head up and down and said, “Please”. Gently, you put the head of your cock at the entrance to my pussy and put just the head in. I was squirming, really ready. Then, you shoved your cock into my pussy, all the way in, and started back and forth. The sensations going through me were like lightning, heat, tingling, friction, slippery, and everything else in the world. God, I loved it. I must have been glassy eyed and breathing in short gasps as I was thrusting my pussy up at you never wanting it to end. My first real fuck! I think I kept saying, ‘don’t stop, don’t stop!’ Well, I guess you did cum, because you were really panting, and when you pulled out of me, we sort of collapsed on each other. It took fifteen minutes before either of us could talk. Then you asked me ”Did you like it?” I remember saying something like “It was the best thing that ever happened to me”.“I remember like it was yesterday, that we fucked two more times that night, and we ate each other until we fell asleep. By the way, that was the first time I had ever tasted a man’s semen. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. I decided I did. When I awoke the next morning, still in a state of euphoria, you were gone on your business trip, and a week later, I left for college, but not without getting on the pill. So, I have been a sexual a****l ever since. Even in college, when I did consent to my occasional boyfriend, they were all in-experienced. None of them could match the feelings that you caused. They were all rather vanilla. Now, my husband, that’s another matter. He was a b**st. He did things to me that I didn’t even know about, and I thought I was pretty well schooled sexually by the time we married. I learned from him that talking dirty turns men and women on. He told me that ‘girls’ have pussies and real women have cunts, and that ‘boys’ had dicks and men had cocks. So, sex was good with him, it was all the other things that weren’t. So, there you have it. ““Wow, I think that was a little more explicit than I might have told you” as I kissed her hair and shoulder.“Well, OK, so now, can we fuck, and make love all night?” she said as she stood up, turned to face me, cupped both of her tits, spread her legs, and moved towards me. My semi hard cock came to full attention, and she said, “C’mon baby, eat me like you used to and make me cum.” “I will do everything I can to love every inch of your fantastic body. By the way, I love how you’ve trimmed the hair on your pussy.”“You mean my cunt, don’t you?” she stated. I wasn’t going to argue with that.I slid off the end of the bed, onto my knees, wrapped my arms around her silky legs and buried my face into her glorious hairy cunt. She planted herself firmly, placed both hands on my head, and said, “Yes, sweetheart, eat my hairy cunt, I need it badly! It’s been too long!” I wasn’t used to hearing any woman talk like that, even though every man wishes his woman would, so I rubbed my face all over her hair, relishing the feel of the softness, the thickness, the scent of her womanhood, and was absolutely enthralled. I licked her slit up and down, let her legs go, knowing she wasn’t going anywhere, and with both hands found her cunt lips, spread them apart, and dove in with my nose and tongue into her luscious pinkness. I found her clit, tongued it, slurped on it, and sucked it with little gentle nibbles, and washed her pinkness in and out with my tongue. I slipped two fingers into her hot little hole. She was getting really wet. I drank up as much as I could as I heard her whisper “Oh yes, Oh yes, fuck, fuck, I do love it.” She held my head tight to her cunt, and started to push up to my face. “Oh God, I’m gonna cum all over your face baby!” The pulsating of her cunt let me know that a torrent of her juice was about to bathe me. “Oh my God, yes, here it comes, Oh my God, I’m cumming, yessssss!” Her orgasm was intense. My two fingers were shoved as deep into her as they could go. She was starting to shake, so I slid my fingers out, stood up, wrapped my arms around her, with my stiff cock pressing against her belly, and kissed her with such passion, I didn’t know I had. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and neck in a bear grip. Our mouths were gaping wide and our tongues dancing amid the flow of her pussy juice and our saliva from my face to our mouths. bursa escort bayan We bathed each of the inside of our mouths relentlessly as if to make it part of yourself. Although we were gasping for air, we just didn’t want to let go. I’ve had lots of sex partners over the years, including my great ex-wife, but nothing could come close to the passion and lust we were experiencing at this moment. My emotions were over the top for this woman. We had to come up for air and a breather. We both collapsed on our backs onto her bed. We were both inhaling huge amounts of air, I looked over at her. What a vision! Hair splayed out, tits presenting themselves in a mound of flesh with those nipples so hard, her stomach heaving small convulsions, a garter belt straining to hold onto the tops of her hose, and a wet, slick, matted down hairy pussy with the lips slightly parted glistening from wetness. I took it all in without uttering a word, just in awe of the beauty and sensuality of this woman and wondering what God had in store for us, and wondering how I got so blessed. I really needed to fuck this magnificent woman before I woke up to what surely must be the most fantastic dream of my life.I took a deep breath, got up on my knees, spread her legs as wide as I could, having not one once of resistance, got between them, and guided my hard cock into her wet pussy. As yet, I couldn’t wrap my mind around referring to her ‘cunt’. I hadn’t slid an inch in, when she raised both legs spread them even further apart and held on to them, raised her head to watch, presenting me with the most beautiful picture of a hairy pussy that would be a memory forever. “Yes, baby, I want to watch you shove that beautiful cock in my hot cunt! Fuck me hard!”“My God Trish, you feel like you’ve been mine forever—-” I stammered in between gasps for air.“I will be, if you want me to be” she said softly and a little breathlessly. That statement caught me un-prepared. I couldn’t begin to think of the ramifications, I had to concentrate on fucking this incredible woman.I slipped my cock back into her and she raised her ass up to meet my thrust. I slid into her wetness with all 5 inches, hesitated there for a moment to feel her muscles tighten around my cock buried deep in her, and then slamming into that wide open gaping hole and could feel the heat and the wetness as her cunt muscles grabbing my cock with each thrust. I had only gotten four or five really forceful thrusts into her and knew I was going to cum. One last really hard thrust and I shot cum deep inside of her, one, two very strong spurts and a third, a little weaker. “Oh God, I love it when you cum in me.”I was spent, a little sweaty, and a little tired now. I slipped out of her now dripping wet hole with a very audible ‘plop’. I lay down next to her as she lowered her legs and just stayed there basking in the afterglow. I ran my fingers over her delightful and delicate body. I caressed the side of her neck, ran my finger tips ever so lightly over the bridge of her nose, on the outline of her lips, which she opened her mouth to kiss my finger, along the line of her jaw, across her collar bone, and a line down to the curvature and rise of her breast, and over her very hard nipple, down her rib cage, across her flat stomach, and down her silky thigh as far as I could reach, playing with the taut garter belt and running just the tip of my fingers ever so lightly on her hairy bush. I lingered on her wet hairy bush for a few moments, realizing that my cum was leaking out of her then reversed the entire movement of my fingers all the way up to her splayed out hair. It was then that I noticed that she had no tan lines. I nestled my head into her hair and inhaled deeply. God she smelled like spring and lilacs in bloom. I rustled her hair out of the way, leaned in and kissed her neck lovingly, delicately and lingered there. “I have never felt so wonderful in my life” she sighed. I knew that if I spoke a word, I would break the intoxicating spell we were in, so I only muttered, “uh huh”.As I rained little kisses over her neck, her chin, her eyes and her cheeks, she raised her hand and pushed gently against my chest causing me to roll onto my back. I fell back and as I did, she rolled her entire body on mine. She really was trim, I’d bet no more than 135 pounds or so, easily and comfortably maneuverable. Her body warmth enveloped me like a well- worn glove that you didn’t want to take off. Her beautiful tits were being crushed against my chest, and her legs were squeezing my thighs together. She raised her head, and with her long hair streaming into both of our faces, she said, “David, I have always loved you and have dreamed of you for all these years never expecting to ever see you again. Every time I had sex, you were always my fantasy lover.”I was quite moved and didn’t know what to say. I’d had my share of women over the years, since my wife, and in those moments that you’re horny and not with a woman, I used to think of that night also, which always led to an intense session of masturbation. The brain is a wondrous organ, it never forgets.“The moment I saw you waiting in my office, I started to get wet. My juices were dripping down my legs. I had to go into the restroom to dry myself off. My panties were soaked, I had to put them in my purse. That has never happened before,” she stated. “and let me tell you, over the years I’ve heard it all, and I know that ‘what you think is what you are’ and I’ve always thought like a whore ever since that night but have managed to keep it a secret. I’ve always been lady like in bed and out, fearing that I would alienate the men in my life, but you are different. I want you to fuck my cunt, suck my tits, fuck my mouth, fuck my ass, and make me your fucking slut! You have any problem with that? (she paused slightly) and we have all the time in the world.”She rolled off of me to my side. I wondered, what had happened to that prim and proper One always knows that when something smells good it might not taste good, and lady to bring out the slut in her? I wondered even more if I could keep up with her and satisfy her. I was still 12 years older and had a lot more mileage on me. I was going to broach the matter, than thought better of it. If I couldn’t satisfy her, she’d let me know I was sure.As we laid there, she unsnapped the garters, removed the garter belt by lifting her ass up a little, kicked off her heels, rolled down her hose, and was completely naked. She reached down to her cunt, and gathered up some of our juices and put her fingers in her mouth. Only in a man’s dreams does this vision exist.Before I could utter a single word, she raised herself up to a sitting position, swiveled her body around, straddled my hips, and moved her cunt up to my face and said, “C’mon baby, eat our cum from my hairy cunt that I know you love and make me cum all over your face.” Oh how I loved her hairy cunt. I love all hairy cunts, but hers smelled and tasted like ambrosia of the Gods. She placed both hands on either side of my shoulders, leaned down and those wonderful tits were hanging down and I reached up, awkwardly, to squeeze and fondle them. She buried her head in the pillow above my head and softly said, “Suck that cunt baby and enjoy”By now, I could feel my cock getting a little hard again. This woman was amazing. I had to push her up a little to breathe and catch my breath, and she reached down between her legs, so wet now, and scooped up some of our juice and stuffed two of her fingers in her mouth again as she lowered her cunt to my face for more. “Um, good” she murmured. I attacked her wet hairy pussy. I opened my mouth as wide as I could to get as much of her cunt into my mouth and let my tongue probe every square inch of her cunt. I sucked in her hair, her outer lips, and inner folds, sucked on her engorged clit and ran my nose up and down her wet slit. Our juices were bathing my face. She was moaning loudly and I was in heaven. She reached behind her to find my once again semi hard cock. She grabbed it and wanted to jack it but her hand was reversed so she just held onto it. I had lowered my hands and placed them on her ass cheeks and was keeping her relatively still while I devoured her cunt for at least 15 minutes. The moans, groans, and guttural sounds coming from her, just intensified as I ate her. She gently maneuvered her cunt around my mouth, mindful of her pubic bone so she wouldn’t hurt my mouth. Finally, she bent over slightly, and loudly proclaimed, “Yes, oh fuck, here I cum again” and she pushed her cunt down on my face as hard as she could without killing me. She was having one big orgasm and was shaking all over. Her arms were unsteady and she fell forward on to my head. Fighting for some breath of fresh air, I had to literally push her hips up off of me. She rolled off of me and was gasping for breath as her orgasm took over her body, with a light sheen of perspiration covering her from her exposed thighs up to her flushed beautiful face. My entire face was bathed with her juices and my lungs were screaming for air.The smell of her sex and the scent of flower blossoms in the warm air lulled us into a sleep mode. We were seemingly satiated, but certainly exhausted. We probably slept for an hour or so. As I awoke, she had thrown her leg over me and I didn’t want to disturb her, so I tried to slide out from under her leg. I stood up, gathered my senses, looked lovingly at this remarkable woman as she lay there, and tried to focus on where the bathroom might be. “First door on your left” she quietly said. As I stared into the mirror, I noticed all the feminine things s**ttered about. She was definitely a sensual being. I thought to myself ‘I wonder if I could get used to this woman in my life?’No need to wonder. As I was rinsing my hands and face off, she entered the bathroom, sans hose, garter belt and heels, hair in a pony tail, wrapped her arms around my waist, and kissed my back and said, “Let’s shower, OK?”She slid the door open to the shower, turned on the faucet, waited a few seconds for the water to warm up, stepped in, turned to me and with both arms outstretched, said, “Come to me Baby.” She was shorter without the heels on, but I readily stepped into her outstretched arms, felt the warm water cascading down on the two of us, as we both wrapped our arms around each other. In a second (I’m sure it was no longer) I was running both hands up and down her back and her shapely butt. Her body became all silky with the water and I had no resistance to this woman. I couldn’t believe I was so lucky to have found her, or rather, found each other again after all those years. I kissed her, and we had a kiss that was so lustful and filled with passion, that my very limp cock was starting to rise to the occasion. I actually felt light-headed. No woman I have ever known could kiss like that.That’s when I realized that she was holding on to my cock and stroking it. When we broke the kiss I said,“I can’t get enough of you”.Her reply was in keeping with her mantra ‘as you think so you are’, “I’m sure I will surprise you”.Without further conversation, she started to soap me all over gently, thoroughly, with very deliberate movements. Once again, I thought, “Wow, this woman has had some experience in these many years”. As she turned me around to soap my back and butt, with her soapy hands she slid down the crack of my ass, and pressed her finger against my asshole. No wonder my cock was at full attention now. She lingered there for a few seconds, then turned me around again, and with her hands full of soap suds, stroked my hard cock and said, “Ooh I love your cock!” The water was washing the soap away as fast as she was soaping us up. Trying to return the favor, my hands full of soap I washed her tits, they became mountains of silk fondling them, holding them, tweaking the nipples as I washed them, feeling the slippery smoothness and moved my hand down to her hairy pussy. I lathered her up, and she spread her legs and cupped her tits while I let the water wash the soap out of her cunt. She reached up to turn the water off (it was getting a little cool), slid the door open, stepped out, and handed me a towel, that seemingly appeared from nowhere, and wrapped herself in one as well. My thoughts were running from one scenario to the next: “Was this a one time; is she going to drop me off at the airport? Should I offer to get a cab? How can I convince her to let me stay? Now that she was satisfied, are we through? Is it over now?”No sooner did the thoughts cross my mind, as she was drying herself off said, “David, if you haven’t already figured it out, I love having sex with you, and I want you to stay with me for as long as you want.” Was she reading my mind?Putting a finger up to my lips she said, “Don’t answer yet, let’s have some thing to eat and drink, OK?” She slipped on a terrycloth robe that was a beautiful light blue, (that also appeared from nowhere) and as she tied it around her waist, leaving her tits partially exposed, said, “Wait here, I’ll get you something to put on.” A moment later she came back with a sort of Japanese men’s kimono. I slipped it on, it was a little small and tight, and didn’t cover much, and padded after her towards the kitchen. I wasn’t about to ask where it came from.Two wine glasses were on the counter along with a plate full of crackers, and she was in the fridge getting the chilled wine. Out with the wine, came a couple bricks of cheese. She set everything on the counter, as we both settled on to the high bar stools. We munched, drank, and talked. We filled in a lot of the gaps of those many years .Surely not all, but none of either story was boring, just piqued our interest to ask the obvious questions. The one that I never saw coming was about her sex drive.“David, I could fuck you three or four times a day, and I could be eaten just escort bursa as often, and my tits sucked 24 hours a day, but only with the right man, because I cum like a fountain if you haven’t already noticed. The only thing better than being fucked, sucked and eaten is sucking a cock, and I love that too. You’re the only man that has done that to me in many, many years. I know I’m not 25 anymore, but I try to keep in shape, I walk, run, work out, watch what I eat, just because I love being a sensual woman. Somewhere, a long time ago, I decided that being a total woman in command was fantastic and one of those things was having a nicely trimmed hairy cunt. I’d really forgotten how much you loved that, as most men do. I don’t understand how any man would want a bald pussy. Isn’t that like having a little girl? Oh yeah, I guess some men like that. Anyhow, you know the story, there’s some good sex, some great sex, but never any bad sex. Most of the men in my life, were usually just good sex. My ex was great sex, and he taught me a few things, but that just couldn’t keep the marriage going. Here’s something else that I’ve noticed over the years. Some men are really hairless, you know, no body hair and those men don’t seem to be the best sex partners. You, my dear David, on the other hand, have a wonderful hairy chest, arms, legs and an abundance of hair around your cock and balls, and I love it, and you are one really great fuck. Had enough to eat and drink?” “Oh yeah”, I replied, “but not enough of you.”“Well”, she said, “let’s talk about that, OK?”Before I could answer, she said, “So, here’s the deal. I want you to stay, certainly for the weekend, this is Thursday, can you take off work tomorrow and maybe we could work something else out for a more regular basis, what do you think?”My mind was racing to come up with a plan. My home was in California and she was here in Phoenix.Not the most convenient for any relationship and a part time one didn’t seem too appetizing, and a long term one seemed to be just out of reach, not to mention the age differences, and the family ties.I said very hesitatingly, “Trish, aside from the fantastic sex, what could we be to each other over a long haul?”“I knew you were going to ask that, you’re so practical. You always were. OK, here’s what I think we could do. I could take a couple of weeks off right now and we could either stay here, go to California, or….we could travel and see how compatible we are, besides sex. If sex is the only thing, then we’ll have had one helluva great time. What do you think?” “That sounds like a plan, but I need to think about it, OK?” I replied, my mind thinking ahead at the possibilities. Sure, I could take off as much time as I wanted, after all I owned the company and I had very competent people working for me. As I sat on the bar stool contemplating the situation, she unbelted the wrap, grabbed both of her luscious tits, juggled them for my attention, spread her legs wide, and said, “Don’t you love this hot hairy cunt?” No answer was needed.She could already see my semi hard cock peeking through the folds of the wrap. I could not believe my cock was getting hard again this soon. I mean I’m not 25 either. I reached over the few inches between us, and curled my finger right up into her hole and wiggled my finger. I was searching for her G-spot. She was already dripping wet and spread her legs apart to give me total access to her hairy cunt. God, this woman was a ‘wet dream’ in the flesh. I withdrew my finger and raised my hand right to my mouth to taste her juice. I sucked my finger and swirled it around my lips. “I’m not sure a couple of weeks would be enough” I stated.“Could we at least try?” she replied with a devilish grin,She walked, or slithered, over to the white leather couch that I now saw, just outside of the kitchen by about 4 feet, bent over the end, flipped up the robe, spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her pink asshole and the hair of her pussy and said, “C’mon baby, fuck my ass with that beautiful cock”.I stood up, slid out of the robe, walked over to her, stroking my cock as I did, reached between her legs and scooped up some of her wetness and wrapped my hand around my shaft to lubricate it, and guided my cock head into her tight hole. Looking back over her shoulder amidst her long hair swaying in her ponytail, she said, “Yeah, baby, fuck me in the ass hard!” My cock was hard once again.Without further hesitation, I scooped up her juices and slathered my stiff cock with them and shoved all 5 inches into her tight asshole up to the hilt. She squealed, and let out a little yelp, and then said, “Yeah, shove it in hard.” Her head was down, and I grabbed her hips with both hands and proceeded to ram her in and out hard. With each withdrawal and pushing in, she pushed back, and each thrust had me in to my balls. She loved it and so did I. She kept saying a little louder than a whisper, “Yes, yes, Oh yes, fuck, it feels so fucking good!” I couldn’t hold out any longer, I shot whatever was left in me into her and folded over her back. I was exhausted. She let me stay there for a full 5 minutes to let me catch my breath and calm down. Finally, a little breathlessly I said, “Baby, you’re a very patient lover.” She only moaned in response.Shakily, I stood up, still holding on to her hips, my dick having reduced in size and slipped out of her, to find a chair or something to sit down on. She also stood up, turned around and kissed me and said, “You, my love turn me on endlessly, and you don’t just fuck me, you make love to every inch of me.” I had my hand on her neck and she reached for it, pulled my hand down, and sucked my fingers, one at a time. Gently, she kept my hand, and walked us slowly back to the bedroom, and her bed. She threw the sheets back, and said, “sleep sweetheart” and climbed in and we fell into a deep sleep, curled up in each others arms. I awoke with the warm sunlight streaming in the through the gauze curtains. I turned to see Patricia, and she was gone. I sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbed my sleepy eyes, and my focus was caught by the note standing up on her makeup table. I got up, realizing just then that I was naked, and went over to retrieve the note. It read; ‘David, my love, coffee is already made, and there are fresh bagels on the counter. Although we didn’t get to talk about it more last night, I’m going to be bold and brash one more time, and assume that we will do this together, so I’ve gone to the office to make arrangements for the time off. Help yourself to anything (underlined) that you want, whatever is mine, is yours. I’ll be home as soon as I can. I am excited beyond words. (signed) Adoringly, lovingly, Trish’Well, that pretty well seals the deal doesn’t it? The only recurring thought that I had was whether the age difference would affect the relationship. I thought, well hell, you only come this way once, and if this fantastic woman wants me, who am I to argue. I noticed that although the bedroom was the scene of some extraordinary sexual activity, the fragrance of the bedroom was as soft and subtle as when we first walked into it. I quickly showered, ate, and called my office. My capable managers were quite delighted that I had landed the contract, and that I was taking off for the next couple of weeks. I asked Marie, the office manager, if she would line someone up immediately to clean my house, as I was planning to bring someone home with me on Sunday. Done! I made some more calls to clients to tell them I would be on vacation for the next few weeks and the office was available to them 24/7. All the details were completed. Now, I leisurely toured the house of this woman. Her taste was impeccable, from furniture, décor, colors, and all, displayed complete femininity. A little too frilly for me, but then I’m a man, and it wasn’t my house. I knew when I took her to my house in San Francisco she would admire, but very cautiously keep negative comments to herself, she was that classy.I was in what might be called a ‘den’ but was actually just a small alcove and I was surprised. There on one wall was a framed, very large, picture of a cobalt blue Corvette, with Trish, nude, sprawled on her back across the hood, with her head down by the front grille, with her hair expertly posed and splayed across the width of the hood, her magnificent tits standing up proud, her nipples must have been tweaked to have them at full extension, one leg bent with her delicious hairy pussy partly covered by her hand and extended arm with her other leg on the windshield. Wow! This is the kind of picture you find in men’s magazines. As I took the sight in, my eyes roamed around the rest of this little alcove to reveal smaller pictures, in various sizes, framed, a few black & white, most in full color, of many poses of Trish, completely naked, captured by a professional photographer’s lens. In all, I counted 19 pictures not including the large one. My mind was racing. Was she an exhibitionist? Was she a closet slut? Was she into bondage? No, none of those I reasoned. It was her ex-husband that had these taken. She told me that he was a great sex partner, but nothing else worked with them. Well, I wasn’t sure she intended for me to see these, so I decided I wasn’t going to say anything. If she wanted to explain she would in her good time. I was so engrossed in viewing the pictures I was startled when I heard “So, do you like them?”I never heard her come in. I turned to face her, and said, “Trish, you are the most beautiful, sexy, woman I have ever seen. These pictures capture your very essence.” “Are they as good as the ones you had made for your ex?”Once again, startled, I blurted out “How do you know about those?”“About a year after your divorce I was having dinner with the family and I mentioned, that it was strange not having you there with us. My Aunt, your ex, took me aside and asked why I said that. We were alone, so I told her about our one night together, leaving out some of the details. She wasn’t at all surprised. She said she had known about it, but decided to keep quiet. I wanted to know how she knew about it, and she said, her oldest daughter had stopped over that evening, the door was unlocked, and she crept in and watched us in bed and told her Mom. I must have been so embarrassed, but she is a classy lady, and said, ‘I have something to show you tomorrow. Come to the house around 2.’ I went, fearing the worst, and after some more chit chat, which I was really embarrassed over, she took out a box and showed me the pictures of the two of you fucking in every position known to man. I was stunned. That’s when she told me how much you loved her hairy pussy, and that you made her cum so often, she was a sex slave to you and all about the great sex you two had and that any woman would be so lucky to have you as a lover. I never forgot those pictures. When I married my ex, I initiated the pictures that you see here, as presents for him for special occasions. I’m still curious as to how you made those pictures – did you hire a photographer to take them as you made love?”“No, I set up a tri-pod with a timer, posed your Aunt, and then climbed in to the picture. But getting them printed was another matter. I had to find a camera shop that would do it without calling the authorities. Long story short, he would only do it if he got to keep a set. At first, your Aunt went nuts, then she warmed up to them, and then, became very proud of them. Most of the pictures didn’t have a lot of our faces in them, as you saw, but there was no mistaking the sexuality of them. The angles and shadows came out perfect. So, I wonder if she kept them at all.”“I’m certain that she did”, Trish stated very emphatically. “What woman would not want to keep those and get turned on whenever she wanted to even if she was just masturbating?”I turned to leave the room as I didn’t think any further comments were appropriate or necessary.She said, “Wait a minute!”I stopped and turned to face her, and she continued, “Would you like to take pictures of me now?”“Right now?” I asked, a little surprised.“Sure baby, right now, with my digital camera, and we’ll have fun with them.”Not waiting for my reply, she reached over to a small table and handed me the camera. I observed the brand and knew how it worked immediately. While I was doing that Trish had stripped, leaving her stockings and hose and heels on, no panties, striking a pose with her hand on her hip, and I clicked the first picture. She moved around in different poses as we laughed, made comments, and she constantly teased me, wanting to know if my cock was hard yet. She would run her fingers through her hairy pussy, snap the garter belt straps, slide her finger between her lips, and lick her fingers, and I just kept taking pictures. Finally, she just threw off all of her clothes, stripped everything off, and posed in various positions completely naked. Her body was one that wet dreams were made of. I must have taken around twenty pictures when she sidled up to me and said “Would you like to see how wet my pussy is right now?” Without hesitation, I slipped my cupped hand over her luscious hairy pussy and felt the wetness all over my hand. I brought my hand up towards my mouth to savor her juice when she grabbed my hand and began to suck my fingers into her mouth. To watch this woman sucking on my fingers as my eyes roamed all over the picture in front of me was exquisite. I whispered, “Baby, you are a fantasy come true. I love you! ” For the next hour we made un-hurried passionate love, and as we laid there, in that satisfied slumber of fantastic sex, we talked about our plans.The next day, with bags thrown into her car, locked up the house, made sure the security alarm was activated, off we went along I-10 towards California. We had agreed that we would just take it one day at a time, no particular rush to go anywhere or see anything, but whatever either one of us wanted to do, the other would accommodate for the next 14 days. Those 14 days were just the beginning of a love affair that to this day, I cannot believe had happened to me. Along the way, our many adventures together created a world that we both never envisioned. (To be continued)

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