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                           A Story Just For Lena - Part I
                 Visiting VIP's and other dignitaries are common at our offices, and we
        usually aren't bothered by them.  Now I was groaning as my boss told me that for the
            next two days I would be helping our Marketing department show a large group
                                  of people about our facilities.
               "Hell, John.  I'm a senior analyst," I complained, "not a marketing type."
               "That's why I've volunteered you." my boss said. "You know what we can and
            can't do with the software.  Your job is to get ideas of what our customers
            are looking for and see if we can design something for them.  Consider it as
                               an 'intellegence-gathering' mission."
                I went back to my office, grumbling to myself and wondering if this was
               going to be a dull two days of lost work.  Looking at the calendar, I
             consoled myself with the thought "at least it's on Thursday and Friday, a
                                nice break just before the weekend".
                Thursday morning as I pulled into the parking lot, I was thinking about
             the various features of our systems that would impress our visitors, and I
              leaned the big Honda over too far, grinding the floorboards against the
            asphalt.  "C'mon stupid," I remarked to myself silently, "keep your mind on
            what you're doing."  Little did I know that this would be a problem for the
                                           next two days.
               Jeanie, our marketing guru, made the introductions and began to talk about
             the services we provide, cost savings, benifits, et cetera, ad nausem.  I
              took the time to look over our guests, noting that most seemed to be the
             corporate professional types, dull and uninteresting.  There were several
             women cut from that same mold in the group.  All but two that is.  One gal
            was an attractive brunette, late twenties, with a pleasant but not too dark
             tan.  Her eyes were pale blue, a stark contrast to her dark features.  She
             also wore a wedding ring that looked like it belonged in the J.Paul Getty
              family.  The other woman, also looked like she was in her middle to late
              twenties, very attractive, tall, blonde and fair.  I couldn't see her as
              well since she was sitting on my side of the table, my view blocked by a
            fiftyish woman with a prudish look and a gold cross fixed to her Saks Fifth
                                           Avenue jacket.
                Most of the morning wasted away with other department personnel speaking
            before I got up and talked about our computerized tracking system.  Standing
             in front of the room, I could see the blonde quite well, and several times
             I was almost distracted from my presentation.  She sat well down the table
              from me, taking notes, and the absence of a wedding ring was duly noted.
             But something else kept drawing my eyes back to her each time I looked at
                           the group.  Something.  Something...familiar?
                 Later in the day, as we toured the facilities, I found myself waiting
             near the door as the group filtered into the room.  The blonde came up and
             looked like she was going to say something to me when another guest asked
            her to hold his coffee cup while he fumbled with his briefcase.  They passed
             through the portal, the moment for us lost.  What was it about her, I won-
             dered, that stirred something inside me?  Should I know who she is?  Like
               groping for a name that wouldn't come, I searched my mind for a clue.
                Further opportunites to speak to the her failed to appear until late in
             the day, when we adjorned outside to a display of our equipment.  After a
             long promotional speech by one of our vice-presidents, our guests began to
             mill about, talking with one another.  I spotted my mysterious blonde and
              headed over to talk to her.  The crowd shifted and moved, and as we met,
              we found ourselves on the edge of the throng, staring into each other's
                                               eyes.
                          "Hi" I said cheerfully, "Anything I can do for you?"
                 "As a matter of fact," She replied, showing me a smile that turned my
              legs into something akin to Jello, "you can.  I've been wondering about
                                   this all day -- have we met?"
                 My heart skipped a beat.  Then another.  My the ground seemed to have
              aquired a tilt.  I took a deep breath, intending to make a smooth reply,
                               not to let her see how shocked I was.
                                               I giggled.
                 "I don't think so." I chuckled in spite of myself. "In fact, I've been
                            wondering the same thing about you all day."
                                     Now it was her turn to giggle.
                   We introduced ourselves (again) and the names didn't register.  We
            tried other companies we'd worked for, clubs and organizations, but nothing
            seemed to work.  I stood, looking deeply into her grey eyes, lost inside of
             her.  Her presence seemed to ignite a flutter deep inside my being.  Stir-
              ring a feeling of warmth and closeness, making me want to reach my arms
             around her and hold her.  She too seemed to stare into my eyes, searching
                them for some clue, some means to identify the feeling we both had.
                 As we walked back inside, side by side, I watched the grace with which
             she moved.  She seemed to flow rather than walk, her movements as graceful
            as a cat. I held the door for her as she entered, returning her smile as she
            passed by.  Her perfume was faint, almost a whisper, and it left me wanting
              to find and kiss the places she had applied it.  We sat together in the
             conference room this time, and I felt elated that the day was coming to a
                                               close.
                  As people began leaving, some talking with other department reps, I
             asked her if she was coming back tomorrow for the second half of the tour.
                   "Yes," She smiled, "my plane doesn't leave until tomorrow night."
                   "Oh, you're from out of town?" I queried. "You didn't mention that
                                              before."
                  "Colorado, the Denver area." She said as we walked toward the door.
                 "Denver?" I stopped dead in my tracks, holding the door part way open.
                 She looked at me questioningly, then seeing something in my eyes, her
                             expression changed, one of -- aprehension?
                      As we walked outside, I whispered quietly, not sure, "Lena?"
                She stopped, searching my face, looking for some sign of how she should
            reply.  I gestured to the big blue Honda, and asked her if she'd like to go
                                            for a ride.
                       Her head turned to me, eyes wide, "The Barber?" she asked.
                Smiling, I took her hand, gazing into her eyes as I said, "P.Barber, at
                      your service" and bent to gently kiss her delicate hand.
                                 "I don't believe this!" She exclaimed.
                "Where are you staying?  Or should I be so bold as to ask you to dinner
                                             tonight?"
                We both laughed and agreed that dinner was a good idea.  There were only
            several million questions we had for each other, not the least of which was
                               one that would likely never be asked.
             ===================================  II =================================
                I followed her to her hotel, allowing her plenty of time to freshen and
              change into clothes appropriate for motorcycling.  We left the hotel and
            headed south along the coast highway to Carmel.  We had dinner in a candle-
              lit restaurant on the bay, sitting at a small table for two against the
            large plate-glass windows, watching the sun sink against the Pacific ocean,
              lighting the skies with a pink and orange sunset.  As we talked, I felt
              drawn to her, wanting to touch her and just gaze into her beautiful grey
               eyes.  I felt, too, the desire to wrap myself in her laugh, her smile,
                                her very presence giving me a high.
                 We strolled out into the warm evening air, feeling as though we'd just
             met again after many years.  I took her arm in mine, as we strolled a few
             blocks to the Hog's Breath Inn, Clint Eastwood's cozy place, looking into
             the shop windows that lined the quiet streets.  We talked more, about our
             writings to each other, and to others on the BBS system.  About fantasies
                                            and dreams.
                 I could feel my desire for her building up inside.  I could feel other
              things too and I tried to keep my mind on her words.  As we left Carmel,
             riding back to her hotel, she reached forward and caressed my back, making
                 goose-bumps rise on my arms.  I reached back and caressed her leg,
              squeezing her knee softly.  She replied by wrapping her arms low around
                                     me and hugging me gently.
                 As we pulled in to the hotel parking lot, I knew I didn't want this to
             end with a "thank-you-it's-been-a-lovely-evening" goodnight.  Parking the
             bike and putting away the spare helmet she'd worn, she solved my worries.
                       "Would you like to come up and talk some more?" She asked.
                 We went to her room, and as I laid my jacket on the chair, I turned to
              find her standing close to me, her nipples hard and visible through the
              cloth of her blouse.  Wordlessly, I gently pulled her to me, feeling her
              breasts against my chest, her head tilted towards mine.  As I gazed into
              her eyes, a warm feeling embraced me from within.  I lowered my lips to
            hers and kissed her, gently.  Her lips parted, and my tounge caressed hers,
           exploring her for the first time.  Wanting to find her secrets, her passions.
                   We melted into each others arms, becoming one in our desires.
             ================================ III =====================================
                As our kiss parted, we looked into each other's eyes, as if seeing each
             other for the first time.  I ran my hands lightly over her arms, bringing
             one hand to my lips, kissing her palm lightly.  She caressed my palm with
             her nails, bringing my other hand up, kissing my palm lightly in return. I
               smiled, brushing my hand over her cheek, lifting her light hair up and
             back. I kissed her cheek delicately, moving further back to her ears, her
              earlobes, and down her neck.  Her hands were caressing my back, my sides
                and my arms, each touch creating sparks inside my head.  A soft sigh
                     escaped from her lips as I kissed her neck below her ear.
                 She stepped back smiling at me, her hand on my chest, rooting my feet
             to the floor.  Slowly, she began to unbutton her blouse, never taking her
              eyes from mine.  I watched as each button was carefully undone, leaving
             her blouse open and inviting.  She reached in, unfastening the front hook,
               and in one smooth motion removed her strapless bra, dropping it to the
               floor.  Her full breasts moved sensously beneath her open blouse, the
              nipples straining againt the fabric.  My tounge moved in my mouth, and I
               was trying to imagine the feel of her nipples responding to my kisses.
             This time, as she moved herself into my arms, my hands parted the front of
              her blouse, feeling the warm silkiness of her breasts brush my forearms,
              the soft skin of her sides and stomach as I reached around to caress her
             back.  We kissed, passions flaring as our tounge met, my hands running up
             her back to pull her shoulders closer to me, pulling her blouse free from
             her pants.  Her arms moved to her sides, her lips still against mine as I
              slid her blouse from her shoulders, letting it fall gently to the floor.
             Her arms wrapped around my neck, as she resumed the kiss in full earnest.
            My hands found her naked breasts, lifting and cupping each one.  My fingers
              teased her nipples as her tounge followed mine into my mouth.  Her hips
                  moved against mine, feeling the bulge that was waiting for them.
                 This time I stepped back, unbuttoning my shirt, staring into her eyes.
             She watched, and each time her eyes strayed too low or too high, I paused,
            making the task take even longer than necessary.  When, at last, I finished,
             she moved forward, reaching up and removing my shirt as she bent her head
             to kiss my chest.  She ran her tounge under the ridge of my chest muscles,
                teasing them and me with how sensitive the skin was.  Her lips found
             the nipple, taking it between her lips, sucking gently.  My hands stroked
               her hair as she suckled, then she used her tounge, flicking my nipple
              rapidly back and forth in her mouth, making me moan softly.  I placed my
              hand under her chin, bringing her lips up to mine and kissed her softly,
              running my tounge over her parted lips.  Her hands caressed my chest and
                          stomach, making the fires within me more urgent.
                  Again I stepped back, and she remained.  Smiling, I knelt and began
             to unfasten her pants, kissing her stomach and licking lightly around her
             navel.  As the zipper moved down, allowing her pants to fall away from her
             hips, I half circled her waist with short tiny kisses, pinching her flesh
              gently between my lips.  Her pants fell to the floor, and I held them as
               she stepped out of each leg, kissing her thighs just above and inside
             each knee. Her musky fragrance filled the air, her moistness covered only
              by a small patch of cloth.  Delicately, I leaned forward and kissed her
                 through the thin material, breathing slowly and warmly against the
               sensitive skin.  Her hands pushed gently at my head, and I reached up,
              gathering the elastic band into my fingers.  Slowly I pulled them down,
             kissing each new patch of her skin that appeared.  Slowly I worked my way
              down, kissing her bare mons, blowing a cooling breath after each lightly
             damp kiss.  As the fabric stretched flat, leaving only her labia covered,
              I snaked my tounge between her legs, curling the tip and drawing slowly
               back, circling her most sensitive spot, savoring her aroma and taste.
              She breathed a soft moan and I kissed her mons just above, as I lowered
              the thin fabric to the floor.  When she stepped out, I caught each leg,
             kissing her calves and the sensitive areas near her knees as I removed her
             socks.  At last, she stood before me, naked and beautiful, looking down at
                                       me, her eyes gleaming.
                  I stood while she unfastened my belt and pants, kissing my chest and
             working her way down my stomach. As she knelt, her hands paused, gripping
              tightly against the fabric.  She slid her thumbs around and in one slow,
              fluid motion slipped my pants and shorts to the floor.  I watched as she
              blew cool breaths against the sensitive underside of my shaft, making it
            jump at the sensation.  I stepped out of my clothes, while she repeated the
            way I had removed her socks, kissing my knees, making me want her even more.
              She lifted her head and gently licked the very sensitive line running up
            between my balls with the very tip of her tounge.  Her hand reached up, and
              held me straight as her tounge continued higher and higher, running the
             length of my shaft, to finally circle the head, making it grow and expand
                                             even more.
                 She stood and we embraced, kissing passionately as I slid my engorged
            shaft between her thighs, letting her feel the heat and pulsing of my heart
              through it.  Her breasts flattened against my chest and I could feel the
             heat from them against me, and the warmth of her against my rod felt like
            it would set us aflame.  Our tounges danced and I felt us melting together,
              our souls as intertwined as our tounges, our hands exploring each other.
             Time stopped.  The universe around us ceased to exist.  We were together,
                              our passions about to become unleashed.
                She moved us to the bed, and we laid down, still embracing, her on top,
             trying to melt down into me.  Her legs straddled mine, my shaft throbbing
              against her shaved labia, her hips pushing forward against me.  I pulled
              her lips from mine, holding her head inches above me, I stared into her
                                               eyes.
                              "Goddd!" I breathed, "I WANT you sooo much!"
                     "Take me." She whispered back. "Take me tonight. Take me now."
                 I pulled her mouth back to mine, and rocked my hips to move my aching
              cock between her moist lips.  Her hips responded, moving to let me slide
              in.  As I felt the head slip past and into her, my soft moan was lost in
              her mouth.  We slowly inched together, savoring the touch of man against
              woman.  Of man INSIDE woman.  She moved back suddenly, just as I thrust
             upward, neither of us able to contain desire, passion, or lust any longer.
               We met at the base of my cock and deep inside at the door to her womb.
                              "Oooohhhhhh!" we both cried simultaneously.
                 A slow parting, as we both now looked intently at each other, watching
            our eyes, feeling our loins, feeling joined.  We gained speed with each new
              stroke, our passions reaching new intensities.  I could feel her wetness
             now, surrounding my cock buried deep inside her.  She could feel the steel
             rigidity of me, plunging into her depths.  My hands moved to her breasts,
             cupping them and squeezing them together. I leaned my head up, licking one
               nipple as she plunged down on my cock.  I began to see the perpiration
             glisten on us both as the heat of our passion filled the room.  Musky fra-
                                      grances hung in the air.
                  I sat up, grabbing her and pulling her to me, kissing her fiercely,
                crushing her breasts against my chest.  Her arms around my neck, she
                returned my kiss feverishly, her tounge dancing rapidly in my mouth.
                 We rolled over, with me staying inside her as we laid back on the bed.
              Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me into her burning pussy.  My hands
               found hers and our fingers intertwined as we plunged on and down, into
              the depths of our desires.  My lips found her nipple, shiny and wet from
             before.  I kissed it, sucking it into my mouth to flick my tounge over it.
              Her pussy contracted around my shaft, her ring holding onto me tight.  I
             stopped moving and flexed my shaft back at her, causing her to gasp.  Her
              hips moved again, drawing me deeper into her warm wet pool.  I turned my
              head, biting her other nipple softly, pulling it away from her until her
             breast streched slightly.  Again her pussy grabbed for me, but this time I
             continued to move, not letting her feel the throbbing.  I licked the flat
            valley between her breasts with the tip of my tounge, sliding deep into her
              again.  As I slowly pulled back, I gripped the first nipple in my mouth,
               waiting until just the very tip of my cock was still inside her.  Then
               pinching with my lips, and flicking with my tounge I pulled her nipple
              again, waiting for her to contract.  As I felt her grasp, I slowly slid
             into her pussy, past her tight ring, moving deeper and deeper.  Each time
              she eased up, I pulled or pinched her nipple, making her grip me again.
            At full depth, I laid still, releasing her nipple and looking into her eyes.
               Waiting a full two seconds I flexed within her, lightly until she con-
              tracted, then hard, while she gripped me.  Her pussy responded clenching
             tight around my cock, forced it to swell larger inside her, expanding her,
                                            filling her.
                    Her hips lifted up, legs trembling, she moaned loudly and came.

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                 As her pussy contracted around me, spasming in orgasm, I flexed again,
                     as hard as I could, pushing against her soft velvety skin.
                "Ohhhhh yessss!" she cried as her hips rotated and forced themselves up,
                            tight against me, trying to draw me deeper.
                I waited until I felt her just beginning to grab me again and flexed my
             cock hard against her, feeling her pussy make me swell again.  Cries came
             from her lips, and as she relaxed, I began to withdraw.  Her eyes opened,
             pleading for me not to pull away.  My smile was one of pleasure as I held
             my cock part way in, the taper of my cock even with her ring of pleasure,
             waiting for the next wave to wash over her.  She wanted me deep inside her
            and I had moved back, telling her with my eyes to lay still.  When she again
              clenched down, this time on the curve of my cock, positioned just right,
                               her pussy sucked me down deep inside.
                        "Ohhhhhhh God!" her voice was high pitched. "Ohhhhmmm."
                I leaned forward, covering her neck, her cheek, her eyelids, with quick
            light kisses.  Her legs drew me to her, as I felt her pussy begin to relax.
              Sweat covered us both, and I could feel it running down my back as I lay
            between her legs. I could feel the sweat on her thighs against my sides, and
                                  her breasts shone in the light.
                                   "Feeling happy sunshine?" I asked.
                                     "Hmm-Ummmmm!" came her reply.
               As soon as her eyes opened, I flexed once again, watching as she felt it,
                           her eyes opening wider, the pupils dialating.
                                     "Oh!  Nasty boy!" She smiled.
                "I have an nice idea," I chuckled back, "but I'll have to get up first."
                  "Nooo!" She pouted. "I don't want you to go."  She locked her ankles
                          around me, pulling into her, pinning me to her.
                                           "Greedy." I said.
                                               "Uh-huh!"
                      "C'mon sweetie, this'll only take a few seconds." I pleaded.
                  She looked at me, and softly "I want to feel you go soft inside me."
                       "Might take a while." I smiled back, "I haven't come yet."
                 At her quizical look, I pulled back, letting her feel that I was still
                                  fully hard, and ready for more.
                 "And besides," I explained, "After all those stories, you didn't think
                              that I'd let you only have one did you?"
                                     "Smarty. I had two just now!"
                We kissed and held each other tightly for a few more minutes before fin-
              ally I went and rummaged in my jacket, looking back at the bed where she
              lay, propped up on her elbows, watching me. Her graceful form, damp with
              sweat, glistening and shiny in the light.  Her legs slightly apart, her
             bare pussy, lips full, begging me to return.  She shook her head, creating
              aura of golden hair, making her breasts move seductively, as she watched
                curiously.  Finding what I was looking for, I moved across the room,
              picking up the ashtrays as I went.  I crossed the main room and shut off
                the lights.  I went into the dark bath, and returned a moment later.
                The small candles I'd picked up at the restaurant flickered nicely as I
              moved around the main room, placing them at different angles to the bed.
            Once finished, I returned to this warm, passionate woman who filled me with
                                              desire.
                             "Let's make the rest memorable." I whispered.
                  She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me much too briefly, then
                                          hugged me tight.
                            "Yes," She said, "I want it to be special too."
                   I laid her back against the pillows, holding her arms as she went.
             Moving down, I kissed the insides of her thighs, caressing her gently with
              my lips.  I moved randomly from thigh to thigh, working my way upwards,
              towards her naked pussy.  Just as I reached her pussy, I paused, looking
                at her nakedness closely in the flickering candlelight.  So soft and
              sensitive and desirable.  I kissed her mons gently, barely touching her.
              As I worked down now, I could almost taste the fragrant wetness between
            her legs.  I tipped my head and let my hair brush gently over her bare mons.
            She sounded her pleasure to me, and I bent my self lower, spreading her legs
              wide.  I kissed that sensitive place where her thighs, cheeks, and pussy
            meet.  That flat little area next to her lips.  I ran my tounge up one side,
             down the other, ignoring her moist pussy and her swollen lips.  I slid my
             tounge down, flicking it softly over the soft flesh between her front and
                       back holes.  Her hips rose up, begging for more there.
                 I slid my hand under her cheeks, cupping them and lifting her off the
              bed.  I ran my tounge along the line that forms the bottom of one cheek.
              Then back to the area between her holes, where I flicked my tounge fast
               and light.  Her moans were soft and full of pleasure, as I lowered her
              back to the bed.  I moved closer, raising her legs over my shoulders and
              bringing my hands around her hips.  Two fingers parted the upper lips of
               her pussy, baring her swollen clit to me.  Peeking out like a pearl, I
             saw it was wet and shiny.  I breathed softly and hotly against it, making
             her wait, following with a light cool breath.  Then I touched it with just
             the tip of my tounge, staying as still as I could be.  She moaned, loud in
              frustration.  I flicked my tounge and began to circle, slowly, stopping
                                   each time she raised her hips.
                          "Don't tease me!" She half commanded, half pleaded.
                I ran my tounge down, parting her lips as I went, finding her sweet wet
              hole.  I flicked my tounge against the sides of her hole, then up to the
            lips of her pussy.  I sucked each one into my mouth, running my tounge over
            them, pulling and playfully tugging them taut.  and forth, up and down
            I went, teasing, taunting, playing, pulling until her hips were rocking and
              swaying.  I found her button, and sucked it into my mouth, squeezing it
              softly between my lips, my tounge circling it rapidly.   I could feel it
             swell between my lips, and giving it one farewell flick, let it go.  As it
             receeded from my mouth, I ran my tounge down the full length of her slit,
            greedily lapping up her wetness.  As I moved up, I slid two fingers into her
             sopping pussy, my tounge circling her clit again.  Her hips were moving up
              and down, and I pushed my fingers all the way in, feeing her wet juices
            flowing into the palm of my hand.  I locked my mouth over her clit, flicking
             her quickly, and pulling my fingers out slowly.  I looked up to see her in
                candlelight, her hands cupping her tits hard;  on the edge;  ready.
                When my fingers were halfway out, I stopped.  I sucked her clit into my
            mouth as hard as I could, spreading my fingers at the same time.  I pressed
             my lips together slowing the blood flow to her all important place.  As I
              closed my fingers, then reopened them, spreading her pussy wide, I bent
             them upwards toward her stomach, touching her from inside.  Then I let go
              of her clit and the soft flesh surrounding it.  Blood flowed and after a
                             second, I flicked my tounge once over it.
                 Her legs closed tightly around me, her hips arching off the bed.  Her
              hands squeezed her tits and nipples hard, her head thrown back, stomach
             tense.  She came down only to raise up again after taking a short breath.
            I could feel her pussy contracting around my fingers, squeezing them closed.
               I let her squeeze, forcing my fingers apart when she relaxed.  As her
             contractions slowed, I gently kissed her thighs, thanking her for letting
                                         me make her happy.
             =================================== IV ==================================
                 I lay behind her, holding her in my arms, kissing the back of her neck
                              while she relaxed, a smile on her face.
                "You're soo sweet." I said. "I could eat you and love you for hours at a
                                               time."
                She cooed, pressing her back against my chest as I hugged her closer.  I
             ran my hand over her thigh, admiring her form in candlelight.  I felt the
            smoothness of her thigh, marveled at her graceful lines. I caressed her lean
            stomach, running my hands under the line of her breasts, then down again to
                                her thighs.  I purred into her ear.
                 We cuddled and spoke softly for almost an hour, my cock wilting like a
            flower.  I was happy and content, cuddled next to her, feeling at peace with
              the world.  As she stirred on her side, my hand cupping her lower breast
            caressed its way down to her silky smooth mons, lingering on her bare skin.
             She sighed softly, leaning back into me slightly, I kissed the nape of her
              neck, working my way up and over behind her ear.  As she leaned back and
             turned slightly, her legs parted and my fingers slipped easily between her
               legs, caressing her still damp lips.  Her head turned, and we kissed.
              Slow and lesiurely.  I caressed her pussy, my fingers teasing around her
                                 clit without actually touching it.
                She sat up slowly, pushing me onto the pillows, her hair flowing around
               her head, her breasts swinging as she leaned forward.  Moving over she
                quickly took my slowly rising cock into her mouth.  Still soft, she
             engulfed me down to the base, moving her tounge inside her mouth.  As she
              pulled back, her lips pressed against my flesh, and I could feel myself
            beginning to rise.  Her hair cascaded down, brushing my thighs and stomach,
             looking like a golden aura in the dim candlelit room.  Her figure was all
            graceful curves, accentuated by shadows, appearing to fade into nothingness
             at the edges.  Grasping me, she ran her tounge around the head and down to
            the sensitive scar left from the circumcision at birth.  I laid back, enjoy-
             ing the sensation of her mouth and tounge on me.  She licked the underside
               of my shaft, flicking her tounge over the edges of the head, making me
             smile and moan softly.  Her tounge traced the veins over my cock, and back
            up to suck me into her mouth.  Her mouth was warm and wet, her tounge wicked
             and seductive.  As she sucked me into her mouth, I could feel the head hit
                     the back of her mouth, forcing another moan from my lips.
                 She ran her tounge down the underside, continuing down the sacks of my
            balls tracing the sensitive line between them.  Down still, lifing my balls
            to flick her tounge at the senstive area underneath, between the the base of
            my cock and anus.  As her tounge flicked, my hips rose and I moaned softly.
           She worked back up, taking the soft skin of my sack into her mouth and sucked
             gently.  Then she softly and gently sucked one of my balls into her mouth,
             her tounge caressing it on all sides.  My cock swelled, turning purple-red
            as she tounged each one, all the while stroking my cock up and down, squeez-
            ing tightly on the upstroke.  She sucked again on the sacks, and blew gently
            on them, making me squirm for her tounge.  She slid upwards, licking my cock
              everywhere with her tounge tip.  Reaching the top, she sat up slightly,
             smiling into my eyes as she pressed the head against a nipple, kissing at
            me silently.  She bent down, circling the head with her tounge.  Her breasts
              touched my balls, sending a shiver through me, and running the length of
               my shaft.  She again sucked me into her mouth, her tounge flicking the
               underside ridge hard.  Moaning again, I arched my hips, wanting her to
             swallow all seven hard inches of me.  When she again sat up, she rubbed my
             cock, wet with her saliva, over and between both her breasts, pressing it
               hard against her nipples, and all the while smiling at me, running her
                         wicked tounge seductively over her lips and teeth.
                Her mouth engulfed me again, this time taking me deep into her mouth.  I
             could feel the head move past the back of her mouth and enter her throat.
             Afraid to move, fearing to choke her, I strained not to flex or push with
                my hips.  Her lips grabbed, trying to work me deeper into her mouth.
             Sweating with the effort, wanting to push and flex and come in her mouth,
                                   I laid back and moaned loudly.
                                           "Ohhhhhhh Goddd!"
                 Her nails raked my thighs, as she slowly rose up my shaft.  Her tounge
             worked around the underside, pressing against the ridge.  When she raised
              her head and looked at me, candelight made the tears glisten in my eyes.
                           "Had enough?" She smiled with a mischievous grin.
                  "Ohhh, Yesss." I replied, wanting more, but wanting HER most of all.
                       "Come here and fuck me.  I want you, I want you NOW!"
                  She moved up and straddled my hips, lowering herself slowly on to my
            rigid tool.  I felt the lips of her pussy part, letting me slide past, into
             her warm wet depths.  She controlled me now.  Her every move had me at her
               mercy. She slooooowly lowered herself, raising up when I tried to move
                                          deeper into her.
                          "Oh no." She said, smiling wickedly. "Mustn't rush."
                      "Ooooh, you tease!" I joked back. "You wicked little tease."
                She laughed and continued her slow descent, stopping just before she had
                                      me entirely within her.
                    "What do you want?" She whispered, obviously knowing the answer.
                               "YOU!" I cried, "I want YOU!  I WANT you!"
                 She sat down, taking me fully inside of her, my balls against her ass.
                                    "Ohhh yes.  Fuck me." I pleaded.
                Slowly, she raised herself off my cock, hot and moist with her wetness.
             I moaned as I felt every inch, every caress of her slick pussy against me.
             My cock ached to feel her move quickly, but part of me wanted to continue
               this pleasant "torture" forever.  She raised up, keeping only the head
             inside of her, clenching her muscles against the soft sensitive end of my
                                               cock.
                        "Ohhh, stop teasing me!  I want to fuck you!" I moaned.
                 Her hips came crashing down to meet mine.  So quick was her descent I
             didn't have time to prepare, and now I half sat up, trying in vain to lift
               my hips, drive deeper into her.  She raised up and plunged down again,
              driving me deep.  Again she moved quickly, this time my hips moved up to
                     meet hers, and I touched bottom, making her gasp quickly.
                 Unable to contain myself any longer, I reached down and around her, my
             hands cupping her cheeks.  Lifting her up and pulling her down I began to
              move faster.  She leaned forward, her breasts moving at each new thrust.
             I moved my feet under, giving my hips leverage, and plunged deep again and
                                               again.
                  "Yesss, yesss, fuck me hard.  Come inside me, come deep inside me."
                I moved one hand up her back, pulling her head down to mine, kissing her
             with a passion and intensity I'd never felt before.  Our tounges met, her
              breasts moved against my chest and I could feel her wetness running down
                              my cock, making my balls wet and slick.
                 My other hand came up, and she laid down fully against me, pushing her
            hips back against mine.  I moved my calves over hers, hooking my feet around
              and under, locking us together, giving her something to grab onto.  Her
              hips and mine moved in a primal rhythm.  Her pussy pulled and sucked at
             my cock, trying to draw it deeper.  My cock pulsed and throbbed, plunging
             deep into her, trying to reach deeper yet.  We stopped kissing to breathe,
               both of us moaning instead.  Her back arched, her blonde hair flailing
             wildly, our sweaty bodies wet and slick made noises that aroused us both.
                 "I want to fill you!" I hissed, "I want to take you over the edge with
                                 me!  Come with me!  Come WITH me!"
                 She moaned and fell against me, her pussy contracting around my cock.
              When I felt her starting to come, a dam broke deep inside me.  I felt a
              surging rush start upwards, making my cock swell and my balls ache.  She
                     felt me grow inside her, my thrusts long;  hard;  massive.
                                     "Cum babee cum!" She shouted.
                 My arms pulled her to me, her lips met mine and we kissing in a blind
              lust, tounges pressed together, arms and legs wrapped around each other,
                                     sweat covering our bodies.
                        "Hmmmmmm!  Unnnngg!" I moaned into her mouth, as I came.
                Buried deep inside of her, my cock launched a geyser of sperm.  I could
            feel her pussy grip me tightly as I came.  She was still comming, her pussy
             squeezing me tight, milking me.  Moaning into each other's mouths we both
            came again.   Her pussy still contracting, I gushed another surge into her,
                            feeling now the warm mingling of our juices.
                                             She squeezed.
                                               I gushed.
                                                Squeeze.
                                                 Gush.
                                                Squeeze.
                                                 Gush.
                                                Squeeze.
                                                 Gush.
                                                Silence.
                                                 Bliss.
                 As we slowly recovered, our mouths together, I licked her tounge with
             mine, bringing us both from what felt like a trance.  Her tounge replied,
              caressing mine gently.  Her tounge began to withdraw, and as she did, my
             cock gave a reflexive twitch, sending shock waves through her and back to
              me.  Her tounge plunged into my mouth again, and we kissed passionately,
               realizing what we had just shared.  As we calmed, we kept kissing with
             shorter kisses, each more tender than the one before it.  Finally, she put
            her head on my shoulder, relaxing completely.  I held her close, feeling my
                           cock growing limp inside her velvety softness.
                                    "Thank you." I barely whispered.
                She purred against my shoulder, saying something I couldn't hear.  I ran
             my hands down her damp back, caressed her behind gently, bringing my hands
            back up, then down her arms, wrapped around my neck.  The candles were still
                flickering away, as we drifted off to sleep, still joined together.
                 We woke at about two in the morning, her head resting on my chest, our
            legs around each other.  The candles had burned out, leaving us in darkness.
            Our lips met, and we kissed lazily, enjoying the closeness in the warm room.
            We talked for a while, holding each other close.  In the morning, she would
            call the airline and see if she could re-schedule her flight back to Denver
              for Sunday night, giving us the weekend.  At least for now, we had each
            other, and we curled up close, happy and content, and drifted off to sleep.
                                   -- Good nite, sweet dreams --
                                                  P.B.
                                ( watch for chapter 2 -- our weekend! )
                                                  
                                                   
                                                  


 



 
                                                  

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