This last weekend was a surprise for me, the first time I'd "done" a
married man (though god knows I've looked at 'em in the past!). When it
was all through, though, he could say he'd still been (mostly)
faithful. I threw this small party for a dozen or so friends Friday
night, sort of a kickoff for the July 4 weekend. John came up from
The City, on his way to the Sierras for a weekend's backpacking,
something his wife never really liked. I think she went home to mother,
or somesuch. Anyhow, the party went late, and when it was breaking up,
John asked if he could stay on the sleeper in the living room, rather
than try to drive on at night to a dark campground. I said sure. John and
I made up the sleeper and then I went to take a shower. When I
came out, in my robe, he was in the bed and reading. I said goodnight
and turned to head for my bedroom when he made some funny comment
about what he'd just read. I laughed too, and went over to see more.
When he showed me the article, I recognized it and we started talking.
I was soon sitting on the side of his bed, listening and watching.
As I looked I realized what a real cutie he really was--all that dark
hair, the strong shoulders (all I could see of his body), and those
great teeth that showed when he smiled. I got to thinking what a great
find his wife had. Then, somehow, he made some gesture and his hand
ended up on my leg--and I really don't know how to explain this, but my
hand suddenly went there on top of his. He looked at me funny and gave
me a gentle squeeze as he tried to pull away, which I returned. He
smiled and said, "Ann, I can't. Really." You know, The Speech. I just
murmured and bent down to kiss him. Of course, the robe fell open
and of course his hand went inside it and about halfway through the
kiss I knew we were in trouble. We sort of stayed that way for a
while and then I moved my legs up onto the bed. His hand went from
my side to my back, and his other hand went to my butt, stroking it
gently. I pulled the covers from under me and ran my hand down his
chest and across his stomach. He was so strong, too! I nibbled on his
ear and he just moaned. Well, this was fun and all that, but he was right,
he WAS (I mean, "is") married, after all. His hand was now on my
breast and I was going to have to decide something, soon. I made a
decision, sat up, and then swung my leg over to straddle him. He looked
disappointed as I sat up, and then delighted as I moved my leg across his
body. He was on his back and I was sitting across his thighs. Now he
could put both hands on my breasts. He was so strong, and yet so
gentle! His hands just sort of came up my rib cage and stroked my
breasts from underneath to the nipple. I found I could sort of sag into
his palms. I grabbed his cock and began to stroke it, and then every
once in a while, needing a little oral contact, I bent down and kissed
him or let him suck my tits. I was warm all over and every part of him I
touched was warm, too. Then his hand went around and began to play with
my butt again. I lifted myself up and moved up until I was directly
above his cock. I was really wet by now and could feel my cum running
out. I set my pussy on his balls and just stroked it up his shaft.
Up, lift, back down, again and again. His cock was really getting
wet! He just moaned, and then moved his hand to grab both my cheeks.
He tried to move me just that bit farther up to where he could slide
in, and I really wanted to, but I knew things would be different
tomorrow and next week. "No," I said, "but wait." He was getting even
longer and really throbbing! His hand began alternating from my breasts to
my butt. His legs went up and then down, and I could feel his
pelvis thrusting in time to my stroking. His eyes were squeezed shut
and that great smile of his was all across his face! I could feel myself
throbbing, too. I was working up a sweat (I almost laughed out
loud when I realized I'd now need ANOTHER shower!) but he felt so good
beneath me I couldn't stop. My clit was bumping the top of his cock
every time I slid up there and I was just about out of control
until---THERE!---and there again!---and again!--I was coming and the
contractions just wouldn't stop. I collapsed onto him, with my legs
wrapped around his thighs and my feet tucked between his calves, my
breasts crushed against his chest, and his hands stroking my butt and
my back. I really don't think he came, but he was looking really good!
Besides, it was too wet down there to really tell in the half light. I
would have loved to stay all night. But, like I said, he was
married and it just wouldn't do to have SLEPT with him. After a few
moments I tore myself away and staggered back to my bed, firmly and
quietly shutting the door behind me (no ideas, John!). I was asleep
almost before I was in my own bed (cold sheets!). When I awoke,
it was late Sunday morning and John was gone. He'd stripped the bed
and left a pile of musky-smelling sheets. I'm sure he had to hike a few
extra miles to get me out of his system!
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