I Drove All Night (the conclusion)

S and I went to dinner. On the way there I made her unbutton her blouse to her waist, pulling it partially out of her jeans so I could look over and stare at her breasts, then have her slip her hand inside and pinch the nipples. With her free hand I told her to unbutton her jeans and reach inside. "Play with your pussy," I ordered her. I was amazed at how willing she was to do this, especially with the heavy traffic anyone could see her touching herself. I would look over and see her with her head against the headrest, her eyes half closed, knowing she was on the verge of another orgasm. But she'd stop just as she was about to let go. She pulled her hand out of her jeans and offered her wet fingers to me. I put them in my mouth, savoring her juices.

We got to the restaurant and were lucky to get a booth in the back. While we were not totally out of view it did afford me the opportunity to continue to look into S’s open blouse and those beautiful breasts and hard nipples. Every now and then she’d reach over under the table and give my cock a squeeze through my slacks, running her fingers up and down the length of my hard-on.

We got back to the hotel and were barely inside the room before I gave S a long kiss. Clothes came off quickly and we were naked on the bed. This time, it was my turn to really drive her crazy.

I started with deep, probing kisses then kissed her cheeks, chin, eyes and ears. She felt my hot breath in her left ear, whispering "I want you" before my tongue ran a trail around it. The kissed moved to her neck, then her other ear, then around to her neck again and down to her chest. Kisses and licks between her breasts and down to her stomach, causing her to shiver. More kisses down her left thigh, to her knee and calf, to her foot. Then back up again to her neck and down, all the way down her right leg. I purposely avoided her breasts, nipples and pussy - for the moment. They would get some attention in due time.

S began to squirm. I knew she wanted my lips and tongue on the most obvious pleasure spots. But I remembered back to one of the very first times she and I had sex and how she told me how much she loved being kissed all over.

I came back up and kissed S deeply once again. This time when I left her lips I ran a wet trail with my tongue down her chin, neck and chest and over to her right breast. Pulling the nipple into my mouth with my lips I swirled and flicked my tongue over it. She breathed deeply and moaned. I moved over to S's other breast for more of the same. At the same time I let the fingers of my right hand trail down her tummy, over her bush and down over her pussy slit. S has the most beautiful inner lips that open like a flower when she's aroused. The flower was in full bloom.

One finger into the wetness followed by a second, slowly pushing inside. Probing deeply but not moving in and out. I could feel S's hips raise off the bed a little, knowing she wanted those fingers all the way inside. I curled the fingers up towards her G spot and moved them back and forth ever so slightly. S moved her hips trying to increase the motion of the fingers inside her pussy. But I wasn't going to finger fuck her. Not like I did before we went to dinner.

I pulled my fingers out and swung my body around to eat S's pussy. I slowly ran my tongue from the bottom of one open inner lip, over her clit and down the other. I looked up to see S playing with her breasts and nipples before I resumed my attack on her wetness, alternating kisses and licks and swirls of my tongue. It wasn't long before I could hear S breathing deeply with the occasional whimper. I knew she was close, so I pushed one finger deep inside her pussy while my tongue moved up and down on her clit. That was all it took. S's body shook violently as her orgasm swept over her and she moaned loudly.

I gave her a moment to rest before moving on top of her and kissing her. Instinctively, S's hand moved down and grabbed my hard cock, rubbing it over her pussy lips. She placed it at the opening and I slowly slid inside.

Once I was all the way in, she looked deep into my eyes. She whispered, "thank you." "For what?" I asked.

"For making this as wonderful as I had hoped."

You see even after we split up our senior year in college, the sexual attraction has always been there. Bubbling under the surface for years. A friendly hug or kiss on the cheek when in public with friends and/or spouses. But when we were together alone, the tension was unbearable. That night the tension finally broke. Something we had talked about, dreamed and fantasized about (at least I did) was finally happening.

We started with me on top, but we changed positions a few times, ending with me behind her. It went from passionate lovemaking to animalistic fucking and back again. At the end, I was pounding her in doggy, her breath ragged. Finally she said "cum inside me".

And I did. And we collapsed on the bed.

Afterwards we held each other close and slept. Sometime around midnight I felt S stir and I knew she wanted to get up and head home.

We got up and got in the shower together to clean up. I watched her get dressed and walked her to the door. A final kiss and embrace.

And S was gone. She texted me to let me know she made it home safe with the same words she whispered while we together.

Thank you.

No, I thought to myself. Thank you.

I drove all night...

Before we begin, I must say that I feel a little like Kevin Federline.

I got dumped by new C.

Via a text message.

"Would love to play more but 2 busy w/work n school. Sorry. U wr fun."

I think she just felt guilty about it all. But we did have fun.

Now, about the title of this post. It's the title of a song first performed by the late, great Roy Orbison. Cyndi Lauper covered it, then Celine Dion butchered it. But I think it fits what happened this week.

Anyway, company business took me to the mothership in San Antonio for a couple of days this week. Before I left for SA I called S, my old college gf in Austin up to say hello and catch up. (We hadn't had the chance to visit in a couple of months.) I mentioned that I was going to be in the area on business and promised her that I'd see her later this year when the Austin Record Convention has its fall show. I teased her and said that I wished she could come to SA and join me for dinner and a fuck for old times sake. We both laughed about it then said our goodbyes.

The first day was a marathon meeting in a conference room at corporate headquaters. The AC was set so low you could dry age steaks in there. I had put my cell phone on silent so when the meeting was done I checked to see how many calls I'd missed. One from my office and one from S. I took care of business first then drove back to the hotel and called S.

"Is that offer of dinner still open?" she asked.

"Only if you want me to drive 45 minutes and meet you somewhere in Austin," I replied.

"What if I already did the driving?"

"What?"

"I'm here in the lobby of the hotel."

My heart skipped a beat.

You see, S is married with a child. How she got away, what she said to her hubby, I'll never know. If she was sitting in the hotel lobby when I walked back in, I certainly didn't see her.

"Give me 10 minutes to change and freshen up," I told her.

"Why don't you just give me your room number and I can wait for you there..."

Moments later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there stood S in a blouse and jeans. She literally jumped into my arms and we hugged each other tight. We kissed.

I broke the kiss and said, "what the hell are you doing here?"

"Never mind that. Would you please freshen up so we can go eat?"

Instead, I kissed her again. With the kind of passion we had for each other in our college days. Tongues probing each other's mouths deeply. Hands roaming. Passion rising. Fingers unbuttoning buttons. Clothes being removed. Soon enough, we were both naked and lying on the bed.

You know how it is with a lover you've known for a long time? The familiarity of knowing how and where to touch them and the reaction it brings. That's how it is with S and me. While this is the first time we've actually made love to each other in years (we've done other stuff) it was like riding a bicycle.

S straddled me, kissing my ears and neck then moving down to lick my nipples, all the while her right hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me to make me hard. Kissing her way down my stomach and taking my cock into her mouth. I was so worked up to see her I nearly came the second I felt her start giving me head.

I kept asking her to turn around so I could play with her pussy but she refused. "You'll get your chance," she said.

S's technique has improved since our last get together. I don't know where she learned it but she had a way of bringing me to the edge before slowing down. She did this two or three times before she finally took me all the way over. She licked the head of my cock as she jerked my load onto my stomach. Then S scooped up a little of my cum with her finger and licked it off. We kissed deeply and I could taste a little of myself.

"Why don't we get in the shower so you can clean up?" S said. Weak kneed, I stumbed towards the bathroom.

Once there, I grabbed her around her waist and set her on the bathroom counter. When her warm butt hit that cold marble, she let out a yelp. Hope there wasn't anyone next door. I started kissing her again and then I started to return the favor. Kissing her ears and neck made her shiver. I kissed down her chest stopping in between her boobs and ran a wet tongue back up to her neck before kissing her mouth again. Then back down to her chest, this time moving my wet tongue over to her right nipple. My tongue flicked and swirled around and over that nipple. I could feel it growing harder with every move. I moved my mouth to the other breast, using my left hand to continue teasing her right nipple and breast. My right hand was teasing her pussy, her inner lips already open like a flower. I slid a finger inside, which brought a moan from S's throat. She leaned back against the mirror while I continued to finger fuck her pussy. It wasn't long before S's mouth opened in a giant O and her hips and legs shook like a bolt of lightning had gone through her. Her groan was loud and long as the orgasm washed over her.

As S recovered she said, "well I guess we're even now."

I turned and started the shower as she slowly climbed down from the counter. The shower was nice and long as we slowly soaped each other up then rinsed off, all the while kissing and caressing each other. We got out and dried each other off and realized how hungry we were. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt while S put her blouse and jeans back on (I made her leave the bra and panties on the floor of the hotel room).

There was more fun after we returned from dinner. I'll share that in the next post.

The perfect pick-me-up at work...

No it's not a Starbucks green tea lemonade or a can of soda or even a Red Bull (which I can't stand).

It's a phone call from Soccer Mom about 3 p.m., just when I was starting to hit the wall after a stressful day at work.

A phone call that involved one of her favorite vibrators and her describing to me what she was doing with it and how it made her feel. Ending with what I know was a very intense orgasm...I could tell from the heavy breathing, moaning and cries of pleasure.

Yep, it brought a smile to my face and a rise in my khakis.

Sure did make those last two hours at work fly by.

God, I'm glad she's back in my life.

Hey baby, I'm your handyman...

It was a warm sunny Sunday in my little corner of the world so it was nice to get out and do some yardwork. Trim hedges, pull weeds, sweep up blooms that had fallen from the trees. Oh, and fuck Soccer Mom. You see, SM called the house and asked if I could help in her back yard. I said, why not.

Oh, the favors we do for friends.

Problem was she kept distracting me from trimming, pulling and sweeping (not that I minded).
Like when she'd slide her hand up the leg of my shorts while I was on the ladder (second rung, if that matters) trimming the pyracantha.

Or how she'd bend over in her little terrycloth shorts right in front of my face while I was pulling weeds. One time she bent over facing me, giving me a direct view of those lovely boobs as the front of her tank top fell away from her frame.

Then, while sweeping up SM dropped those shorts, sat down in a chaise lounge, spread her legs and started playing with her pussy. I immediately put down the broom and walked over to where she was sitting. I watched intently as she'd dip one finger then a second inside of her pussy, curling them up to tease her g-spot.

I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my cock. Moving up I straddled the chaise lounge and brought my cock to within breathing distance of her lips. She stuck her tongue out, the tip touching the slit of my cock. I could hear her fingers moving faster in her pussy...the lovely little squishy noise told me how wet she'd become.

SM leaned forward in the chaise and opened her mouth, sliding my cock inside. Her free hand moved up to wrap around the shaft. Her blowjobs are always sloppy wet and intense, leaving me weak kneed.

I had SM sit up a little more and I dropped the top part of the chaise lounge so it was now flat. She lay down and I moved around for some 69. Give as good as you get, I say.

I ran a wet trail with my tongue around the edge of her pussy lips before pushing my tongue as far as I could inside. Her hips raised off the chaise lounge when I did this. Good thing my cock was in her mouth...the neighbors would have heard SM's moans. The 69 continued for a good while. Somehow we managed to bring each other to the peak time and again without falling over the edge.

Finally she took my cock out of her mouth and urged me to fuck her. We switched places on the chaise so I could have her ride me. Even with a temperature in the low 70's, there was enough heat to make our skin glisten in the spring afternoon.

I grabbed Soccer Mom's ass as she moved back and forth on me. Spreading the cheeks, I pushed a finger into her asshole. That only spurred her on to more intense motions. She leaned forward and we kissed deeply...both of us panting. She whispered in my ear that she was going to cum. I pulled my finger out of her ass as I felt the contractions of her orgasm. My own orgasm followed hers. How we both kept from screaming when we came is beyond me.

We caught our breath and gathered ourselves. I didn't even stop to wonder if her kids might have come home during our fun and games. Luckily they didn't show up until after SM and I finshed up the yardwork and I went home to take a shower and replay the afternoon in my mind...with my soapy hand stroking my cock to another orgasm.

A theory...

I haven't brought this up with Soccer Mom yet, but I wonder...

Could her cougar phase have something to do with last year's breast cancer scare? Could it be that she was so afraid of dying that she wanted to see what else was out there?

Maybe I should just keep this theory to myself.

Monday morning with Soccer Mom

Soccer Mom was on the bed on her stomach, her hands over her head in handcuffs attached to the headboard. I was on my knees beside her when I brought my hand down.

Spank.

The sound of hand applied to Soccer Mom's ass resonated through her bedroom...followed instantly by a squeal from her mouth.

A quick rub of the hand on still warm skin...

SPANK.

A firmer strike, one that brought a moan rather than a squeal.

SPANK.

Another firm strike on the other cheek. I knew this was making SM wet.

"I'm sorry...please...no more."

I ignored her pleas and spanked again, harder. Eventually the skin on both asscheeks was beet red.

She was on the verge of crying now. "Please (Torn) I promise. I won't walk away. I will tell you."

I turned her over and kissed her deeply. Kisses that moved from her lips to her neck and down her body and back up again. Punishing her with kisses.

"Please...please...make love to me. Take me. Make me yours again."

I would in due time. But I wanted to make her pay for putting me through hell.

Kissing all of the spots I know that make her hot and bothered. Putting my hard cock in reach of her mouth and tongue, only to pull away when I could feel her hot breath.

"Dammit (Torn) give me your cock...please!"

After a few minutes more I finally slid down between her legs and slowly, sensually made love to her pussy with my mouth and tongue. She squirmed and pushed her legs together to keep my head in place. It wasn't long before Soccer Mom came loudly. So much so that I hoped the neighbors wouldn't think something violent was happening. Another orgasm came almost immediately after the first. Then another. It was if she had been saving them up. For me.

I undid the handcuffs and released Soccer Mom from her bondage. I took her in my arms and we kissed deeply. We didn't let go. When the kiss finally broke she whispered "I'm sorry."

Suddenly I was on my back and SM was lowering herself on my cock. All I could do was hold on and let her do her thing. Up, down, hips swiveling, grinding back and forth...focused only on trying to make up for lost time. Soon she had me seeing stars as I came hard and long inside her pussy.

When the room stopped spinning and we had caught our breath, SM and I held each other for a few minutes. Then she spoke.

"When I told you I wasn't going to see you, I knew that was the wrong thing to say. And when I saw the hurt in your eyes I wished I hadn't said it."

"Why didn't you call me later and tell me what you really wanted to say?"

"I wasn't sure you'd believe me."

Wouldn't believe her? We've known each other for too many years to count. She's been honest to a fault...sometimes brutally honest.

"Well we're back to where we should be, aren't we?"

"Yeah...but do you trust me?"

"To a point. It's going to take awhile to rebuild." As long as you stand by what we agreed to the other day."

"I will."

I believe her.

Torn no longer

Do I let her back in?

Should I push her away forever?

Will our relationship be the same?

Will she wander away again?

These are the thoughts that have swirled through my head since Soccer Mom showed up at my door.

So this morning, I decided to push all of those thoughts to the back of my mind. Turn the other cheek. Let bygones be bygones. Start with a clean slate. I figured I'd let her wait long enough for my decision.

I called her this morning and told her I wanted to meet her for lunch.

At lunch I told her we could try again. But this time there were things we had to agree on.

She's always been comfortable with the fact that I played with other women and that sometimes she was included. I told her that this time it goes both ways. If she wants to play with other men, fine. But sometimes it's gonna be a threesome. She was OK with that.

Secondly, there may be a woman or two (like new C) that I'd been seeing since we "broke up". I had plans to continue seeing them and she wasn't going to know anything about them. If there was a man she was seeing that she didn't want to tell me about, that's OK. She agreed with that.

Finally I told her if she ever pulled out the "it's not you, it's me" speech again there was no way in hell I'd let her go without a full explanation. And she agreed with that.

We finished lunch.

But there was no post-lunch fuck. Not today.

Instead, I've been sending naughty texts and emails telling her that she'd better be ready for Monday morning. The things I wanted to do to her with my mouth, tongue and cock. The things I wanted her to do to me.

She sent back a photo she took with her cell phone. Jeans pulled to her knees. Wet spot on the front of her cotton bikini panties.

I sent one back of my hard cock peeking out from the top of the waistband of my briefs.

Monday morning is gonna be interesting.