Kitchen Caper

 

Jack and I began our nightly chore of dishes. I hate doing dishes. He helps me cook, so it’s only fair that I help with the dishes. This particular night, he was washing, and I was rinsing and putting away. It’s become such a drudgery chore that we have forgotten to have fun with it, so I decided to remind us.

I took a glass from the sink and filled it with water like I was rinsing it, only I had other plans with it. The second it was full I threw the water all over Jack. The shocked look on his face was worth whatever was going to happen next.

“Take that,” I said laughing so hard I could barely breathe.

“Oh, yeah?” He said, taking his own glass full of soapy water and dumped it all over me. He roared in laughter. “You look like a drowned rat!”

And that began a good five minutes of chasing each other around the kitchen with water. Though there was more of a mess, it was one of the most fun times I had had in ages.

As we laughed together there in the kitchen, Jack handed me a towel. Instead of drying me, I began to dry him off. He stopped me by grabbing me and pulling me close.

“You are a funny girl, Mrs. Frazier.”

“And you love me for it,” I said.

“That I do, and you look spectacular in that wet, white t-shirt,” he said before bringing his lips to mine and kissing me more passionately that he had in awhile.

In only a moment his hand was on my wet breast squeezing and teasing through the material. I felt my nipples grow firm at his hot touch. Then he reached for the bottom of the shirt and lifted it up over my head leaving my round, tanned breasts bare. His lips immediately went to my nipple to lick and nibble. His other hand pleasured my other needing breast. I leaned up against the large wooden table for balance. The aching that I had for him at that moment was all I could think about.

He pushed my pajama pants and panties to the floor, picked me up, and set me on the table.

“You want me, don’t you?” He asked.

“Yes, Jack. I’m aching for you.” He lifted my legs over his shoulders and pushed me back. His head went immediately between my legs. My hand reached down to the top of his head pulling him closer to me. I felt his tongue on my already hard clit. My body shook as he teased and tasted me. My hips wiggled as he licked me. Then I felt his fingers at my soaked opening. He pushed what felt like several fingers inside me. As he continued to lick me, he moved his fingers in and out of me.

“Oh, Jack, I need to cum. Please make me cum,” I said as I shook all over. The hand that was on his head ran up over my curves until it reached my breast. I squeezed as the pressure of orgasm took over my thoughts, my body. His fingers slipped out of me when he knew that I was cumming. The movement of his fingers circling my clit replaced his tongue. I screamed in pleasure at that moment. He continued his assault on my clit for a few moments more.

“Fill me, Jack,” I said as I reached for the zipper on his pants and pushed them and the boxers beneath to the floor. His cock was so hard that all I wanted to do was feel it inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him near me. “Enter me,” and he did as I asked.  I shrieked in pleasure as I felt him push into me. He rocked with me there at the kitchen table.

At first his movements were slow and driving me mad with need, and then he began to push into me harder and faster. He played with my breasts as he took me. The pressure of him filling me so deeply and so hard and fast made my body shake in orgasm again.

I was ready for him. I needed to feel his pleasure forcefully enter me.

Jack pushed hard as his body shook and his eyes closed. He held himself very deeply in me as he came. The feeling forced my orgasm to continue as we both shook madly against each other.

We stayed that way for a few minutes as we stopped shaking and our breathing slowed again. I didn’t let Jack out of me until my mind came back to reality.

We breathlessly put our clothes back on and looked at the mess in the kitchen and laughed.

“It was well worth it,” Jack said.

“I agree. It can be fun to wash dishes.”

“It definitely can,” he said, sweeping me up into his arms and carrying me off to the bedroom. The only thing we got done that night was each other.

 This is a Lace Purple Teddy


How would you like to see your significant other in this? Or how would you women feel wearing this very sexy outfit?

FOREST QUICKIE

“Catch me if you can,” I yelled at Sam as I ran off into the woods. Little did I know how fast he could really catch me. I barely got 20 feet into the woods and suddenly found myself on the ground in a pile of leaves. I was on my back with Sam on top of me, face to face.

“Holy crap, that was unfair,” I said as I laughed.

“You challenged me,” he said. “I couldn’t let you get away,” and he kissed me quickly.

“But I hardly…” was all I was able to get out before he kissed me again, and again, and again, until our kisses were faster, more passionate.

I wrapped my legs around his waist holding him tightly against me. My skirt rose higher around my thighs as my legs rose. I felt how hard he was through my panties.

“You want me, don’t you?” He said in between kisses.

“Oh, yes, Sam, take me. I need to feel you inside me.”

Suddenly he sat up, reached for my hips and with one swoop, the panties were off of me. He fumbled for a moment at his zipper, then pushed his pants and boxers to his ankles, and crawled between my legs.

“I want that sweet, wet pussy of yours,” he said as he moved his hips in a way that forced his hard cock into me. I gasped at first as he filled me so tightly that I nearly had an orgasm right then.

“Take me. Fill me,” I begged. My hips rose to meet his as he forced himself in and out of me. We were so eager to have each other that nothing else mattered.

I reached down between my legs as he rose up on his hands cobra-style. I was so wet that I could hear it as he slammed into me. My hand played with my clit as we rocked desperately together.

“Cum in me. Sam, cum in me,” I said as I started to shake all over. My own orgasm took hold of me, and when Sam felt me cum, he began to moan.

“Yes, I’m cumming,” he said, as his warm fluid mixed with my own.

My hands reached up and squeezed my own breasts and pinched my nipples as Sam watched me. He loved to see me touch myself.

“Oh, yes, you are beautiful,” he said, as we continued to cum together.

As we lay there in the leaves, our frantic need taken care of for the moment, he looked at me, his hand now resting on my firm breast. “You are magnificent. You know exactly what I need when I need it.”

“Well, there’s more of that to come,” I said with an evil grin.

 Front Strap Lace Black Teddy

For those that want to turn him on, here it is. See his eyes when you come out of the room wearing this. Let this teddy tell him how you really feel.

Hot Topic: Too Tired for Sex

I am planning on having "hot topics" here just for discussion sake, and who knows, might help some people out listening to the answers. :)

How many people are often too tired to have sex? Life just always has to get in the way at times with what we really want to do. As a woman, I can tell you that your significant other isn't really rejecting you. She is literally too tired. When there are kids, work, housework, shopping, cleaning, cooking, and on and on, sex is the one thing that seems to often get eliminated. Since life doesn't let us eliminate the other things, sex is often the only thing that seems like it's okay to eliminate. I can tell you though, that if you help out, take most of her work away from her even for an evening, she will be more receptive to the idea of having sex.

This isn't to say it doesn't happen to men, too, though I don't often hear of that.

What ideas do you have for eliminating this problem? This is your chance to share what you think and see if there is a solution to the problem.

Down By the Creek

    "Why is it so hard for you to see I'm a fun person?" Jake asked.

   

     Oh, he was tall, dark, and handsome, as the saying went, but I just knew I didn't want to get involved with another college student.

    

     "Because it's party town here. I would be nothing but a one night stand for you," I said.

     As I looked up at him, I wondered why a one-night stand wouldn't be enough. Jake was gorgeous. His dark, slightly curly hair and ocean blue eyes made my knees go weak. And his body...holy cow...was it fine. He was an athlete, a basketball player, so he was fit with muscular shoulders and six-pack abs. He was amazing to look at, but that wasn't all. He was also funny, witty, and smart. There really wasn't a better overall package on the whole campus.

   

     "Maybe I would let you be a two night stand," he joked.

   

     I'd slept with a couple of other guys I'd met on campus. Yeah, they were hot overall, and it was a great time, but I didn't want to be just another college slut. That really wasn't me. I really was going to college for a purpose other than partying and sleeping around.

    

     I laughed at Jake. "You really are a goofball."

     "Yeah, and you like me that way. Look, I make you smile."

     "So," I said.

     "Okay, I know I've been joking around, but I just want to take you out. How about to dinner or a movie or a walk on campus? We can just have a good time. I can make you laugh a little."

     "And that's it?" I asked. That sounded like a nice time. I wouldn't mind a date. I just didn't want to be another notch on his belt.

     "That's it. Anything beyond that will be totally under your control." His hands went to his hips, which pulled his black t-shirt tight against his abs. I could see the contour of his thick chest and the indents of the markings of the muscles in his abs. I tried not to drool on my feet as I scanned him.

     "That sounds nice," I said. "How about tonight?"

     "I have a better idea. Meet me at the front door of your dorm, and I will pick you up in an hour," he said. His big smile made his blue eyes twinkle like the sun on water. He was so hard to resist. There was a slight part of me that wanted to just drag him to my room and have mad, passionate sex with him. I knew that those thoughts weren't that of someone that didn't want to get involved with another college student.

     "Where are we going?"

     "It's a surprise," he said, with a look of pride.

     "What should wear?" I actually hated surprises but I didn't want to spoil things.

     "What you are wearing is perfect," he said. "See you in an hour."  He turned to walk away, and my eyes went straight to the slight curve of his muscular ass in the form-fitting jeans he had on. Even the muscles in his thighs could be seen.

     "Wow!" I said allowed, though I didn't mean to.

     He turned and looked at me. "What?"

     "Nothing," I said. "See you soon." This time I turned to go to my dorm, though I really wanted to keep staring at his perfect athletic form.

     An hour later I waited at the door of my dorm just like Jake asked me to. I was anxious, my nerves seeming to get the best of me. I could feel the heat building up inside me and sweat forming on my forehead.

     The sun was shining so bright in the sky that I could barely see anything without squinting. It really was a beautiful day with adequate warmth and a dazzling breeze. I could tell that Jake liked the yellow spaghetti strapped sundress I chose for this warm day, because he kept looking at the lower cleavage and glancing at my long legs. I could feel the breeze blowing up the skirt, over my bare legs to my yellow bikini panties. It felt wonderful.

     Jake pulled up in a hot red Mustang. It was a fitting car for such a hot guy.

     "Where did you get this?" I asked when he got out of the car to run around to my side to open my door.

     "I earned it working at my dad's shop," he said.

     I got into the car and waited for him to get in on the other side. "Nice car."

     "Can't complain," Jake said as he pulled away. He still had on the jeans and black t-shirt. It was difficult not to stare at the rock hard shoulder muscles, though I knew I scanned him a time or two.

     "Where are we going?" I asked, turning and seeing a picnic basket on the backseat.

     "How about down to the creek for a picnic? I thought I would take you to this little bend in the creek where no one goes very often. Hopefully they won't be there now either."

     "That sounds great. What's for lunch?" I smiled at him, glad I said yes. He really was hard to resist.

     As we drove to the creek, we bantered back and forth about the weather, classes, teachers, how hard the work was. Even though we hadn't known each other all that long, it felt like we had. He was easy to talk to and joke with. His humor and whit dazzled me.

     We were at the creek in just a few minutes. It was one the college kids favorite places to go, though most had their own spot along the bank. I had walked down here myself many times and it amazed me that more often than not, no one was around.

     Sparkles poured off the blue water as it rushed by with its sultry sound. The freshly cut green grass smothered the ground circling around the many tall trees that shaded it. I kicked off my sandals the moment I got out of the car, so that I could feel the cool, green grass beneath my feet. As I walked over to the water, I passed the soft sand of the bank. It felt like powder under my feet as I enjoyed standing there for a good minute before continuing on to dip my feet into the cold water. The water was fairly deep in this area and flowed pretty fast, though not uncontrollably. I had swum in it a few times and didn't get swept away.

     As I turned back to Jake, I saw him laying out a blanket and putting the basket on it before coming over the edge of the creek.

     "This is a great spot, and no one is around, which is even better," I said.

     "I thought you might like it," Jake said with a cocky grin that told me he was rather proud of his decision.

     "Want to jump in before lunch?" He asked.

     "No, I didn't bring my suit," I said. Had I know this was where we would end up, I would have been glad to bring my swimsuit, but he hadn't told me I would need one.

     "Who needs a suit?" He began pulling his shirt up over his head and it was all I could do to keep my tongue in my mouth and not drool. The urge to run my hands over his strong muscles and flat abs was almost overwhelming. He kicked off his shoes, undid his jeans, and pushed them to the ground. All that was left was a pair of black boxers that in my head I could hear myself begging him to take those off, too.

     "See? Your turn," he said. "You can keep your panties on." He laughed as he jumped right into the water splashing the cool liquid on my dress. It was cold enough that I could feel my nipples get hard under the material, and for a split second I felt embarrassed. He screamed as he came up out of the water. His body now glistening.

     "But that's all that's under here," I said.

     "You've never been skinny dipping?" He asked.

     "Not on my first date," I said, but it was oh, so tempting. I really didn't mind if he saw me almost naked, but I didn't want to give him the impression that I was just an easy target.

     "Oh, come on. I promise to be a gentleman if you make me," he said. "If you don't come on in, I will splash."

     "Oh, what the hell," I said as I slid the sundress over my head and let it fall to the ground away from the water.

     He stared at my medium sized breasts. The nipples had grown even bigger as the breeze touched them, but I didn't seem to care as much as I thought I would. I kept my body in good shape using the school gym, and I was pretty proud of it overall. I'd seen that the many workouts had gotten me my own flat abs, curvy hips, and slender legs. I left my panties on and before I thought twice about it, jumped into the refreshing, but cold water.

     "Oh, my God. It's freezing," I said.

     "Now those perky little nipples will be really hard," he laughed.

     "I thought they already were."

     "That's the nice thing about women, when they are cold, they get harder. When a man is cold, we just shrivel." He had a look of disappointment on his face.

     "Yeah, but that just means whoever you are with has to warm you back up," I teased.

     "Are you offering?" He asked swimming over and standing so close to me that I could feel his breath on my face.

     "Tempting as that is, I thought we here to have a picnic," I said as I started to turn around to get out of the water.

     "Wait," he said. His hand brushed the damp brown hair from my face touching my cheek and sending more shivers down my body than were already there. "I think you are beautiful."

     We stared at each other for several long seconds before he brought his lips to mine in an effort to kiss me. I gently pushed him back. "I'm not sure I should." Oh, I wanted to. I wanted to more than I felt I had wanted to with anyone else. The heat was there, the excitement, the chemistry. I wanted, almost needed to run my hands over the muscles that begged for attention, but I didn't want to seem that eager.

     "Tell me why you don't want to. Is it something that I did?" He seemed so sincere. This totally goofy, gorgeous guy was so sweet and sincere after all that I could hardly muster an answer.

     "You did nothing wrong. You've been great. It's just, well, I'd really like a second a date, and that's probably not the way to get one. You'd just think of me as another college slut."

     "I'd rather think that you like me a lot," he said. "Because I know I like you a lot."

     "That's unfair," I said, melting in the cool water against the heat of his body.

     "What's unfair?"

     "It was already hard to resist you, and now...."

     "Now?" He asked as his face moved as little as an inch from mine.

     Not kissing him was now impossible. I let my mouth press against his, our tongues intertwining. With his body glued to mine, I could feel the muscles I so desperately wanted to touch. His six-pack abs was against my own. My breasts pressed up against his thick chest to make me quiver completely. My arms wrapped around him so my hands could massage his back slightly as we continued to kiss. We slowly walked out of the water onto the shore without missing a beat of kissing. Jake tried to push me down on the grass, yet I stopped him. "Not yet," I said.

     We stood facing each other, and I let my hands run over his muscular shoulders, then down over his stomach and hips. They felt as good as they looked. I was not letting him get away without feeling those muscles.

     "You like that?" He asked.

     "More than you know," I responded as I continued my exploration.

     "My turn," he said with a huge grin.

     At that point, the whole 'I don’t want to have sex with another college student' thing went right out of my head. The only thing I could think of was having his hands all over me. How could I ever have thought of saying no to such a perfect guy? Being at the same school could be very convenient after all.

     His hands were still cold from the water as they cupped each breast, squeezing gently. His mouth went to the right nipple to replace his hand and tease it with his tongue, circling, nibbling. I looked down to see the thrill on his face. My fingers reached down to run through his hair and press him tighter to me. His other hand moved so lightly over my other breasts around the nipple that it sent goose bumps all the way down to my legs. I squeezed my thighs together to feel the growing passion. The pressure of my swelling clit seemed to fill the space between my thighs. My breathing quickened as he continued to massage and lick my breasts. They never seemed so alive before. Jake’s hand skimmed its way down my stomach.

     Please go lower, I thought. Move your hand down between my legs and play with me until I'm screaming in exstacy. You want to. I know you do, my thoughts wandered.

    As his hand, now warm, went inside the fabric of my panties, he raised his head, kissing my lips so fast and hard that I could hardly keep up. My legs spread slightly to give him access to the soft, wet flesh beneath. Since I could feel how hard my clit was, I knew that my lips were parted to give him easy access to the excited bulb within.

    Take me, I kept thinking. Yes, closer, deeper, play with it. My mind reeled with thoughts of what I wanted him to do, of what I wanted to do with him. I couldn't remember thinking such things before. The need was overwhelming. 

     Jake's finger circled my clit, and I moaned as he continued to kiss me. I felt as if all my senses were caught up in this passion. My arms and legs tingled, my nipples were hard against the heat of his chest, and my pussy swelled to the point of aching. I felt weak and wobbly like my legs were about to give out beneath me.

    "Lay down before you fall down," Jake said, as he helped me down on top of the cool grass. All I could do was watch as he slid my panties off and let them drift to the ground. His fit body slithered up over mine, kissing each part of me on the way up to my lips. He kissed me again over and over until I was dizzy with need. I felt near orgasm without even being touched.

     My hands ran over his shoulder muscles, feeling the contours, the structure of strength. He felt so strong and made me feel so safe, so tiny, so taken. I moved my hands down his body to his firm ass before I wrapped my legs around his middle and rocked with him as we kissed. Moan after moan escaped my chest. I couldn't stop myself and I didn't want to.

     Jake kissed his way down my body. My fingers ran through his hair. I could hardly stop myself from pushing his head between my legs. I wanted him to lick me. I wanted him to taste the wetness, the need. I wanted to feel his tongue on my clit and wiggle it from side to side. Please, I thought, taste me, lick me, make me cum once in your mouth so you can taste my sweet desire.

     After spending a few minutes on each nipple, on my belly, my inner thighs, he reached my aching pussy.

     "Yes," I said. "Oh, yes." I lifted my knees, spread my legs as wide as I could to give him all the access he needed to give me the pleasure I had to have. "Please me," I said. At that point I couldn't help but blurt out all my desires, to tell him what I wanted, what I needed.

     As his tongue licked around the lips teasingly so, his fingers moved to where the wetness flowed. He dipped a finger in me just a little, then back out. At the same time, his tongue just slightly touched my clit, then moved away. My back arched as he did this. "Oh, Jake. More. Please," I moaned.

     His tongue and his fingers began to work together. There were fingers dipping in and out of me as far as they could go, while his tongue circled and flicked at my clit as fast as he could. My hips moved with him as my hands reached my own breasts, massaging the mounds and squeezing the nipples. "More, baby. I'm nearly there," I said quietly. My breathing was too fast and deep to speak loudly.

     "Oh, yeah, cum for me, darlin'," he said, then continued his assault on my desire. A pressure built up within me until finally a very deep moan came from me as my whole body shook around Jake. "That's it. Cum."

     I didn't want it to stop, yet I wanted something different, more. I wanted to feel the now hard cock push it's way as deep inside of me as his fingers had been.

     Jake came up from where he had caused me so much pleasure and kneeled to the side of my body. He slid the wet, black boxers off his body to reveal the thick, hard cock beneath. For a moment all I could do was look at it. His hands slid over the shaft to the head. "Not shriveled up anymore," he said. "I need you, darlin'."

     I sat up quickly, bringing both my hands to the long shaft. The moment I touched it, it flinched and Jake moaned. "Yes, babe," he said. I stroked him with both hands, one on each side, moving up and down and circling around it, then I brought my mouth to it. My hands started to lightly touch his inner thighs, balls, around to his ass. After only a moment, I let my tongue circle the head, then slithered it down the shaft, then back up before I let my entire mouth move up and down over him. His hands went to the top of my head to guide my rhythm. His hips moved with me. "That's it. That's it. Take me," he said. My tongue circled the head, the shaft, then did it all over again. He moaned over and over.

     All of a suddenly, Jake pulled back, out of my mouth. "Turn over, sweetheart." He used his strength to guide me to my hands and knees. I arched my back willing to let him enter me. The hard, long shaft entered into the wetness he had just made. It was so easy to slide inside, though he was so large that the pressure overwhelmed my still aching clit as it slid over. My breathing quickened again, as my heart raced faster and faster. He grabbed my hips as he plunged deep into me. It felt like he hit an excited wall inside me. I pushed myself hard against him as he thrust as deep as he could. After I reached to my breasts to squeeze a nipple, I let my hand go to my clit, to play with it as his tongue had done while he pumped inside me. With each thrust I felt my climax building.

     "Go ahead," he said, and I took that to mean that I could cum just as he was about to do. His moans grew louder as I felt his shaft press hard against me. "Oh, that feels so good." I could feel the warmth of him spurting inside me as my own cum mixed together with his. It was near shrieks that I heard escape me. I quivered almost violently against Jake.

     We didn't move for a long moment, almost glued to each other, comatized from the passion we had just shared. Then we collapsed on the ground next to the creek that started this whole passionate affair. We lay next to each other, me on my back and Jake on his side looking at me, his hand on my stomach. We took quite awhile to catch our breath.

     "That was the most awesome sex I have ever had," Jake said.

     "Ditto," was all I could muster to say at that moment.

     "I hope we can do it again sometime. I hope I didn't scare you off," he said.

     "Scare me off? No, that was awesome."

     "I'm glad you thought so. What do you say, we have that picnic and see where we go from there." Jake smiled, which made his eyes light.

     "Maybe we should dress first," I joked.

     "Maybe, but I don't see why," Jake grinned.  


For couples that want to have a little more fun:

Bumps and Grinds Interactive Dvd

This is an interactive game with 2 or more players. The one who is naked first, wins the game.     

Kinky Kards Interactive Game

All you need to play this game is have your lover. Once you are naked, the fun begins.

At the Lighthouse

It was a beautiful evening on this small beach at Lake Michigan. I love living here. There is so much to see and do. There are over 11,000 lakes to see including the Great Lakes. The beaches are beautiful and so pleasant to walk on. I love to kick off my shoes and walk a little in the water but over the soft as powder sand. Sometimes, after it’s rained, the smell is so fresh and alluring. The breeze on one’s person is cool and refreshing. I can walk the beach all day. I am lucky to live nearby and work at home, so I can visit anytime. In fact, quite often, I do my work on the beach. Another hobby I have is to visit lighthouses. I plan on visiting all one hundred lighthouses one at a time. 

A few days ago, I had the most exciting time of my life. I never in a million years thought I would get to live out one of my fantasies. I never even thought important people came to the beaches here, especially in this remote area that I was in during this time. It was one of the most wonderful, unexpected things to ever happened. I was walking the beach at the lighthouse. I can’t tell you just how much I love it. I love this lighthouse. It is somewhat abandoned, not working, a little run down, but still beautiful. There is a peace about the place that I couldn’t resist. As I was walking with my bare feet in the sand, I looked down the beach to the seagulls, waves, shells, trees, and lighthouse. I could see someone walking toward me in the distance. As the figure got closer to me, I was sure it was Mitch Johnston, but there was no way he would be here on this beach with me. I knew he was in town this weekend, but this was only Tuesday. I wondered what he would be doing here. As he approached me, I knew it was he. There was just something about the way he walked, his height, his hair. Yes, it had to be him, I thought. As he came right up to me, I got up all the nerve and strength to talk to him that I could get. 

"This is a nice place," Mitch said.

I gulped and opened my mouth, but for a second, nothing escaped my lips. Finally, I said, "Yes, it is, but not as wonderful as you." Boy, was that hard to say, but at the same time, I couldn’t help it.

"You know who I am, don’t you?" His voice was so awesome, just as I had heard a hundred times before.

"Yes, I do. I really admire you. You are the best at what you do, not just in career, but also, in personality."

"Thank you. I really appreciate that," he said. 

"I’ve been watching you for so long that I feel like I know you."

He smiled at me brightly. "Want to walk down to the lighthouse with me?" 

I had quite a ways to go to get to the lighthouse yet. I figured it would take me a few hours. What else could I ask for? "I’d love to," I said, happily. "What are you doing here?" I just had to ask. I had never seen anyone so well-known there before.

"Well, I had some time to get away, so I did. I heard it was beautiful here, and it really is."

"I’m glad you like it. I love it. I wander down here often," I said. When people came here to see the beauty, and it made me appreciate where I lived even more.

We walked and talked, and I told him all about my state and the lighthouses and lakes. I told him the history to this particular lighthouse. He seemed very interested. We got up close to the lighthouse, and Mitch wanted to go inside. It was always open even though not many people ever went inside. We climbed up the stairs to the balcony outside at the top. We leaned against the railing, looking out to the water. It was so beautiful. I couldn’t believe that I was here with Mitch.

"Don’t you just love this?" Mitch asked in more of a statement than a question.


"Every day of my life," I answered. "I will never move back to the city. It’s just too perfect here. It’s as if I am on vacation every day."


"I can tell that comes from the heart," Mitch looked at me and said.


I turned to look at him, the man who seemed just as perfect as the scenery. I stared at him for a long moment, wondering what he was thinking of me after the few hours we had spent together, walking the beach. "Can you tell that you are firmly planted in my heart?"


He stared back at me, then reached out with the palm of his hand to brush my cheek. My breathing suddenly became slow and shallow. "Oh, Mitch," I muttered.


He brought his lips to mine, kissing me so softly that I could barely feel it. I couldn’t think now. My mind was completely blank, in a trance, except for the deep lust that flowed through my veins.


Through lust alone, I kissed him back, this time faster and more passionately. My body pressed against his. I could feel his hand upon my ass, pressing me even tighter to him. He was so special, so exciting. "Please, keep going," I thought over and over. "Don’t stop. Make love to me," I wanted to say, but I couldn’t make a sound. He kissed my ear, neck, nibbled on his way down. Mitch unbuttoned my sundress down the front as he kissed my shoulders and down my arm, then back up and down the other side. There wasn’t a spot on me that he didn’t kiss and nibble. He backed me up against the side of the lighthouse. I had no thought to anyone walking by or coming up to the balcony. My dress fell to my feet, leaving me bare except my panties. I did not stop him. I wanted this. I ached for it. His kissing and licking and touching continued down to my breasts, my stomach, and little bites at my pussy through the panties. I ran my fingers through his soft hair. Moans came from within as he slid my panties down, using his teeth. My back arched and legs spread for him. His tongue went right to my pussy. It felt so good. He was so experienced. "Mitch, keep going, please," I begged aloud this time. His tongue found my clit, and his fingers dipped inside. I moved up and down over his fingers and tongue. I let him play and lick me for a long period of time. Part of me wanted to cum, the other part wanted it to keep going, yet after awhile, it all came on in tiny tingles over my body. I moaned loudly as my orgasm took me over. He licked his way back up my body. 


"You taste so good," Mitch said before kissing me. This time it was my turn to undress him, then go to my knees and take his hard cock into my mouth. His hands were on top of my head, pushing my head down on him. We got into a wonderful rhythm together. 


"Yes, Mitch. I ache for you," I said. I went to the balcony and bent over it, letting Mitch push himself up against the back of me. "Enter me. Oh, enter me."


Mitch entered me, and I backed up against him, forcing him deeper into me. It felt so good, so exotic.


His hands went around me, running up and down my body, then to my legs, my lips. As we watched the sun going down, he moved in and out, breathing deeply. We moaned together as we came. It was so intense.



When Mitch pulled out from inside me, I whirled around to cuddle tightly in his arms, and kiss his neck. I never wanted to let him go. 


"I never expected this," he said. "But I’m so glad it happened."


"Would you like to come back to my house for awhile?" I asked him.


"I would love that. I don’t have to be back for a couple of days," he said. I picked up my panties and handed them to Mitch, then put my sun dress around me. Mitch got dressed and hand in hand, we went back to my place.




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The Meeting

Maybe I shouldn’t have told Chris to meet me. Maybe I shouldn’t have begged him to come to the US to be with me. Maybe I just needed to stop thinking and go with it. It sure wasn’t that I didn’t want to see him. I really did. It was just the giant butterflies in my stomach. I was afraid that he wouldn’t like me, and if he did, I wouldn’t be able to let him go home. He meant everything to me.

Chris and I met online about ten years earlier. I couldn’t believe that it had been so long, and that we were closer and sweeter on each other than we ever thought possible. I did love him and couldn’t wait to see him. I hoped that we would be just as sweet on each other in real life as we had been online.

Why didn’t we just keep it online? Why were we doing this? What if things didn’t work out and we would no longer talk to each other? All these questions in my mind, all the worries, and all the excitement.

Chris lived in Australia, but traveled all over the world. He’d been to more places than I even knew existed. You’d think we would have met sooner, and yet, he was never able to get over to this side of the planet. This was the first time, and now I wondered if we were doing the right thing, because even if the meeting went well, and we still loved each other, he had to go back, and I had no idea if I would ever see him again.

I sat in the airport terminal waiting for the plane to land. I was early just in case. It gave me just enough time to worry more. I dreamt of it going really well, and at the same time in the back of my mind, I thought about it not going as well as I wanted it, too.

As soon as the plane landed and people began coming into the terminal I looked for him. I knew that I would know him on sight. I had so many pictures of him and seen him so many times on the web cam that I would know him right off.

My heart was pounding so loud that I worried other people would hear it. I could hardly breathe and I was shaking so badly that I knew he would be able to tell when he saw me. About twenty people came in before I saw him. He was just like his pictures. He was fairly average in height, just slightly taller than me. He wore a black t-shirt and jeans, which brought out his powerful build. He had a smile that would melt even the most heartless women.

I looked at him and smiled, feeling my face warm with a glow that I hadn’t known before. He saw me at the same time, and the same happy glow filled his face. Chris walked over to me and without hesitation, took me into his arms and held me. Tears filled my eyes as I began to cry happily. I held onto him tighter than I had ever hugged anyone. I already didn’t want to let him go. What was I going to do when his time with me was over?

Chris backed away from me, the same tears in his eyes. He gently wiped them off my cheeks and just looked at me for the longest time before saying, “Hi, sweetheart. I finally made it to see you.” His accent was amazing, and I was so happy that I actually understood him. I could hear the emotion in his voice, and see that he was just as happy to meet me.

“I’m so glad to see you, Chris. I can’t tell you all the things that I’m feeling right now.” I cried like I was hurt, and yet, I was just so overwhelmed and so happy that I couldn’t contain the emotion at all.

“I feel the same, baby. I really do, “ and I could see that he meant it.

Chris didn’t wait, didn’t hesitate, just brought his lips to mine and kissed me more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone before. It was hard and fast as our tongues played together and our bodies pressed tightly against the other. For a moment I forgot that we were in the airport and that there were other people around.

“Hey, get a room,” someone yelled out at us.

I pulled away from Chris, laughing through my tears. He laughed, too, and just stared at me, then brushed my cheek with his hand. It was so warm that I nearly melted under his touch. “You are as beautiful as I knew you would be,” he said.

“And you are the most wonderful man in the world,” I said, and kissed him this time. I didn’t care what other people would say. It was just a kiss, though very passionate.

“Maybe we should get a room like that guy said,” Chris said.

“Or maybe I need to just torture you until we get to my house.” I laughed at him knowing that it was just as much my torture as his.

“I can wait. I shouldn’t be this anxious anyway,” he said. He wrapped his arms around me and held me so tight and close to him that I felt molded to his body. I really didn’t want to let go of him even to the travel the twenty minutes to my house.

“I love you, Chris,” I whispered into his shoulder. I wasn’t sure I said it loud enough for him to hear me, or if I should have even said it at all.

He pulled me away from him and looked at me for a long, intense moment. I thought maybe he had changed his mind, didn’t love me now that he saw me. I thought that he was thinking of a way to tell me that this wasn’t going to be the relationship that he wanted. But suddenly he said, “I truly love you, too. You are everything that I thought you were going to be. You are beautiful, smart, funny, sensitive, and I’d be lost without you as my friend.”

“Oh, Chris,” was all I could say as the tears came down my cheeks. I knew that it might all seem so silly to someone else, the tears, the emotion, yet to me, it was all so overwhelming. I had never felt such deep emotion for anyone in my life. All the years that we had been together over the Internet, all the talks, all the caring was all coming at me in that moment of meeting. I did want him. I wanted to make love to him until he left to go back home, but I was afraid if I were too anxious, I’d scare him right back to Australia.

“Let’s go,” Chris said. “We can talk on the way.” All I really wanted to say was that talking was not what I really wanted to do.

Once we began walking, I was able to contain my composer, talking his ear off with questions about his flight, how he was, how long he was staying, and anything that came into my mind. His accent made me melt with enjoyment, especially when he said my name. His arm wrapped around me the entire time, even after he got his bags from the terminal.

“Your hair is such a lovely shade of red and so soft,” he said as he ran his fingers through the straight strands that ran halfway down my back. “I can’t take my eyes off you.” I smiled at him. “And your smile is beautiful. It lights up those blue eyes of yours.”

The comments were enough to make me stop talking, stop thinking. Only the feeling of melting entered me. I was completely speechless. With every minute of being together, it was another step closer to aching deeply for him. I just wanted to feel close, warm, excited, care for.

We were at the car, and he had put his bags into the trunk, and then he looked at me for the longest time. It was amazing the way he could capture my gaze, my thoughts, my feelings like no other person. And then he kissed me there in the parking with the trunk lid still open. For a moment my knees felt weak and I thought he might have to catch me, but his embrace was firm and kept me upright.

“Let’s go,” Chris said when his lips left mine. “I can’t wait to see your place.”

“I don’t think that’s all you will be seeing,” I said, completely honest. I knew that he knew how much I wanted him, and I didn’t care. I wanted him to know just what he did to me.

The drive to my apartment was never-ending, but we talked about everything from how he felt about my little town to how I couldn’t wait to get home and make love to him.

“I never realized just how far it was to my house from the airport. The suspense is killing me,” I blurted out when we were nearly there.

“That’s a good thing,” Chris said. “Everything will be that much more wonderful when it happens.” He leaned over to the driver’s seat and kissed my cheek. It was hard enough to concentrate on my driving without him being so near me. A slight bit of quivering ran through my body as his hand rested on my flat tummy.

“Am I disturbing your driving?” He asked as if reading my mind.

“Yes,” I said, so he moved back over, and I was almost grateful that he did. I did not want to crash the car and die, before I had a chance to be with him, taste him, feel him, smell him.

I laughed as he looked sadly at me sitting in the seat not so far away. “Don’t look so sad,” I said. “We are here,” and I pulled into my parking lot and parked the car.

We couldn’t move fast enough to get out of the car. I took his hand and ran with him through the parking lot, in through the door, down the hall, and into my living room. We laughed together as we tried to catch our breath for just a moment.

I looked at him and he took me firmly into his arms. I hadn’t even taken off my jacket yet. “I love you, Chris. I will always love you no matter where you are.”

“I feel the same. I love you, too.”

He brought his lips down on mine determined to take it all, fill my mouth with his tongue, and press his body so close to mine that he was all I could feel, smell. The next thing I knew I was in my bedroom and don’t remember how I got there. “You are all I have dreamt of, fantasized about,” Chris said. “I’ve ached for you since I bought the plane tickets, knowing this is what would happen between us. I’ve pictured you so perfect in my mind, and here you are, just as perfect.” I melted at his words, the sound of his voice, his warmth. The situation was mesmerizing.

“Take me, Chris. I ache for you, too. I need you so much.” We kissed frantically, as if this were the only time, I would ever be able to have him. We couldn’t wait for it, didn’t want to make it happen slowly. Slow would happen later. Snaps, buttons, zippers were all being done at nearly the same time. Clothes were thrown on the floor. Chris pushed me back, naked onto the edge of the bed. My bare, porcelain ass touched the fleece Easter purple blanket that lay on it. He immediately knelt his own naked body on the floor between my legs. He lifted my knees and parted my legs before spreading the soft pink lips apart to get to the excited bulb inside. The point of his tongue licked around it, driving me to thrust my hips forward. At the same time he thrust at least two fingers as deep inside of me as he could. I gasped in pleasure moving my hips forward then back. I had no control over the amount of pleasure being thrust into me.

“Yes, Chris, keep it up. It won’t be long,” I murmured, while he continued to fill me and lick me. Suddenly he stopped and stood back a slight bit away from me.

“Show me,” he said. “Show me the way you want me to play with you. Spread those soft, luscious lips apart and show me how to play with you. Show me how to make you cum for me.”

I didn’t mind. I wanted to show him. Reaching between my legs I spread the lips as he had ordered. I used my middle finger over my clit, first in circles, then from side to side, then back in circles. I moaned as I continued to inflict pleasure upon myself.

“Show me, too, Chris. Kneel beside me where I can watch you stroke that hard, long, thick shaft. Let me see how you do it.” Chris moved quickly beside me on the bed. He took his big shaft into his fisted hand and began to stroke it, slowly at first, and then faster. His eyes were fixed on my fingers that frantically moved over myself. I could hear and feel the wetness as I rubbed it over my clit and the lips.

Right before the explosion began within me, I stopped and reached my wet hand up to Chris’s balls. I slid them over, then very lightly touched them as the grip on his cock grew tighter and his movements faster. He moaned loudly and I knew he was about to cum.

“Stop, Chris. Don’t cum yet. Let me feel you inside me. Fill me. I ache for you. I’m so wet, baby,” I said pleading with him.

He lay back on my bed, his hot, hard cock standing straight up. “Sit on me, baby. Let me slide into that wet pussy.”

I faced him as I kneeled over him, lowering myself down, so that he slid right into me. “Oh, Chris,” I moaned as I pushed my bottom onto him. I squirmed over him, keeping it deep in me without letting him slide out yet. I just wanted to feel how full I was and how it hit a pleasure point very deep inside. Chris reached up to my breasts and began kneading them, and then pinching the nipples. I looked down at the ecstasy on his face as I slowly began to move up and down on his lap. He put his hands on my ass and guided me as he stared between my legs.

“Take it,” Chris said. “You are so hot and wet.” I continued to move over him. He would run his hands over me to my breasts. He squeezed them very firmly as he felt me tense up as the pleasure intensified. I started shake over as his hard shaft hit deep inside me. “Cum, baby.” I shrieked as the spasms moved through quickly through me.

I enjoyed the feeling for a moment before Chris rolled me over onto my back. He lifted me feet onto his shoulders and pushed as deeply into me as he could get. “I want you.”

He put his hand between my legs and played with my still quivering clit. Almost like an excited animal he kept pushing hard into me, then out of me, then back into me. I pushed against him as hard as I could. I relished the feeling of him slamming into me.

“Cum with me,” Chris said thrusting the hardest yet. He closed his eyes and shook all over as I felt spasms passing through me to make me cum again. I was barely coherent as it happened, as I took his cum into my loins. We kept shaking with the other. Chris stayed in place until all of his sweetness emptied into me.

He put my legs down and collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waste and rocked with him. We caught our breath. Chris ran his hand up and down my side and then cupped my breast. He kissed my neck and then looked up at me. A smile came over his face that made me feel warm all over.

“You are amazing,” he said.

“So are you,” I said. I kept my legs wrapped around him tightly so he could slide all the way out of me, so he couldn’t get off of me. I loved the feeling of him still inside me, his sweaty body against mine.

“You like me inside you, don’t you?” Chris asked. “You don’t seem to want me to move.”

“You feel so good, rocking against me. It’s just the best feeling.”

He pinched my nipple as he pushed against my clit harder. “Does that little clit need more attention?”

“Eventually,” I smiled. “You aren’t moving.”

“I will move when I am hard again.”

“Are you sure you want to go site-seeing while you are here?” I asked with a grin.

“This is all the site-seeing I need,” Chris said and laughed.

That week, we made love everywhere in the house: my bedroom, the floor, the couch, the kitchen table, my office, in the shower, on the bathroom floor. I had him cum in me and on me. I had him play with me and watch me play with myself. I licked his cock and tasted his cum. He licked my clit and tasted my sweet wetness. We tried several positions, speeds, roughness. I never wanted to stop having sex with him, but since I knew he would eventually be going home, I wanted to do as much as we could.

When Chris left it was hardest thing I had ever had to do. He promised me he would be back. He promised this wouldn’t be the only time. He promised me that next time he would take me with him. He would never let me go. He would continue to teach me. I knew that I would forever be ready to learn whatever he wanted to teach me.